There are two things that frustrate me as a writer - having nothing to say, and having too much to say. I haven't posted for a while because everything I want to say is log-jammed in my head and can't reach my fingers to eventually become electrons in cyberspace and photons on your computer monitor.
I turned 51 without a keystroke to mark the milestone. No new tattoo, either, in case anyone's wondering. But on the bright side, my daughter and her nice husband sent me a gift of cash that went right into the tattoo fund! My coworkers gave me a fun card that showed all kinds of delightfully strange creatures celebrating, birthday-style. Chris labelled it, "Party in Mike's head!" Apparently he "gets" me.
Speaking of my head and the psycho-village (as Ed Chinn calls it) inside, they've started a church in there that I should write about sometime. Three-Fingers is playing some fun stuff on his upside-down guitar (maybe someday I'll tell you that story) that folks really should hear.
Now that I've brought up music, I'm listening to the album, Inquisition Symphony, by Apocalyptica. If you don't know them, run a YouTube search and watch and listen! The Metallica covers are really cool, but I like the original music just as well - Inquisition Symphony contains some of each. I like them better without the drummer, and much better without the (fortunately rare!) vocals.
And finally (for now), I've been thinking a lot about a sermon I heard on dealing with loneliness. Sort of a set of tactics for winning a one-on-one struggle with loneliness. More on this another time - but really, if we're thinking in terms of "one man versus loneliness," haven't we already admitted defeat?
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I've always found that doing something like firing a shotgun in the middle of the night, or driving backwards for 3 miles on I-35, or eating a toad will deal with writer's block.
There's also something about the trip downtown in the back seat of the police cruiser, the fingerprinting, mug shot, and fetid atmosphere of the jail also gives you something to write about for months.
I want to always be an encourager to writers.
That's what I love about Ed Chinn - nothing theoretical in his writing. He always has good, useful, practical, hands-on advice.
OK, got the toad ... now where did I hide that old shotgun? See you on I-35!
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