Stuck. Typing words, empty sentences.
Repeat.
Stuck. Typing words, empty sentences.
Looming large in my view, static, unmoving. Quietly threatening, taunting. It will not move.
Smash it down. Nothing reaches.
Sneak around it. It has no end.
Coax it gently. The empty space booms back.
Typing and typing. Writing and writing. Delete. Repeat.
Typing, typing, typing. The space recedes.
Slowly.
All progress is false.
The space recedes.
All progress is false.
Then what? Not an end, never an end. It won’t allow it.
But a block. Yes, a block. Temporary but distinct. Un-importantly annoying.
I type on. The window fills. A post. Publish. The block remains.
Maybe tomorrow.
Yes, I know this one. Sadly it more commonly happens at work when I’m expected to produce exciting copy on boring subjects at a moment’s notice.
Yes the sad feelings of wanting to express yourself to the world but nothing springs to mind is always a thing that eventuates with people who have a passion for writing their thoughts.. ie. the bloggers of this world.
When I have trouble, I always think of something slightly out of the ordinary, think a little more, drink a bottle of scotch and wake up the next morning in a penguin cage.
But seriously, if you cannot think of anything recent you gather what has passed.
Tell us a story of about 10 years ago.
MAYBE TOMORROW, I’LL WANNA SETTLE DOWN,
UNTIL TOMORROW, I’LL JUST KEEP MOVING ON
DOWN THIS ROAD, THAT NEVER SEEMS TO END,
WHERE NEW ADVENTURE, LIES JUST AROUND THE BEND
SO IF YOU WANNA JOIN ME FOR A WHILE,
JUST GRAB YOUR HAT, COME TRAVEL LIGHT,
THAT’S HOBO STYLE.
MAYBE TOMORROW, I’LL WANT TO SETTLE DOWN,
UNTIL TOMORROW, THE WHOLE WORLD IS MY HOME
SO IF YOU WANNA JOIN ME FOR A WHILE,
JUST GRAB YOUR HAT, COME TRAVEL LIGHT,
THAT’S HOBO STYLE.
MAYBE TOMORROW, I’LL WANT TO SETTLE DOWN,
UNTIL TOMORROW, I’LL JUST KEEP MOVING ON.
Instrumental Bridge
MAYBE TOMORROW, I’LL WANT TO SETTLE DOWN,
UNTIL TOMORROW, I’LL JUST KEEP MOVING ON.
THERE’S A WORLD, THAT’S WAITING TO UNFOLD,
A BRAND NEW TALE, NO ONE HAS EVER TOLD,
WE’VE JOURNEY’D FAR BUT, YOU KNOW IT WON’T BE LONG,
WE’RE ALMOST THERE AND WE’VE PAID OUR FARE, WITH THE HOBO SONG.
MAYBE TOMORROW, I’LL WANT TO SETTLE DOWN,
UNTIL TOMORROW, I’LL JUST KEEP MOVING ON.
SO IF YOU WANNA JOIN ME FOR A WHILE,
JUST GRAB YOUR HAT, COME TRAVEL LIGHT,
THAT’S HOBO STYLE.
MAYBE TOMORROW I’LL FIND WHAT I CALL HOME,
UNTIL TOMORROW, YOU KNOW I’M FREE TO ROAM.
Gordon: I’ve been suffering through the same thing lately. It kicked in right as we I was accepted into 9Rules during the Round 5 of submissions. I’m quickly coming to think of it as 9rules induced silence. Not much fun at all.