Carnies. Circus folk. Nomads, you know. Smell like cabbage. Small hands.

10 12 2005

For the past few days I have not posted anything. I could not think, my brain was (and possibly still is) mush. I have been at an impasse. “Don’t you mean writer’s block?” you ask with that snarky grin I have some to loathe. To which I reply – No, I don’t mean writer’s block, you marginally good-looking, totally malfunctioning, ape-descended humanoid. I am a ranter not a writer. While a writer gets writer’s block, a ranter becomes stuck, at an impasse, if you will. The ranter becomes suck in “A situation that is so difficult that no progress can be made”. Which brings me back to this, I am at an impasse. I haven’t had a good idea for days, or if you want to get technical, never. I have however had some ideas that didn’t completely suck.
At the very least I can say that I have finally written something down, which is better than yesterday when I ranted 7 times, but only in my head.




2 responses

10 12 2005

Ditto. I got nothin.

10 12 2005

very nice I too have been unable to post but I did post today. It is rather boring but I do hope you read it

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