With Head Upon The Writer's Block...
I wanted to post today (and, lo and behold, I AM posting!) but I could think of nothing to write – probably because of my being sick (something like tonsillitis, is it?) but maybe because I’m an ingenious dullard, which is one who has a genius for being dim-witted, or maybe just because I am a great man showering myself with false modesty like petals from the flowering of my wondrous, vagina-whetting wisdom. Any ol’ how, I told my partner that I knew not what to post and she replied, “You’re a writer – make something up!” I retorted, “Oh, yeah, I can see ’im now – T. S. Eliot talking to his wife – ‘I have writer's block!’ – (in feminine tone:) ‘You’re a writer, T. S. – make something up!’” And then my partner told me I should write that here and so I have.
Now I shall write the word ‘penis’ because the pen is mightier than the sword, as the cliché goes. And I'd rather my head upon the writer's block than that! ...But which head? Arghh, the confusion! When I'm less tired and sick I'll get back to you on that one except that by then I'll be able to wax more eloquwein, er, quollocial, um, more gooder, yes, and shan't need to resort to speaking such drivel as you have here been served today and wasn't it delicious, you rotten, vomiting bastards!
Now I shall write the word ‘penis’ because the pen is mightier than the sword, as the cliché goes. And I'd rather my head upon the writer's block than that! ...But which head? Arghh, the confusion! When I'm less tired and sick I'll get back to you on that one except that by then I'll be able to wax more eloquwein, er, quollocial, um, more gooder, yes, and shan't need to resort to speaking such drivel as you have here been served today and wasn't it delicious, you rotten, vomiting bastards!
posted by S. Gregory | 11:39 pm
3 Comments:
I call it "writer's blockies" because one's thought processes are doing much the same thing as those guys do in their hotted up cars driving 'round and 'round.
I think it is harder to sit and think of a topic and write. For me, the topic comes to me, whether its retarded looking Adelaide people on the bus, the backward supervisor at work, that pang in my heart.. .
goodluck.
I'll be reading!
Thanks for checking me out - err, that is, my blog. (would still sound kind of rude, I imagine, if one had never heard the word 'blog' before and knew not what it means.) Anyway, Rupert recommended your blog and I have popped in a few times - I'm new to all this - and I, too, shall be keeping on reading. Cheers.
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