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07 March 2005 @ 01:44 pm
Oh, frustration.  
I am, as they say, blocked. Blocked like you can't even imagine. I -- I try to write, and all that comes out are things that read as more academic than even my papers. I literally just wrote a paragraph that included the phrases "love object" and "vis a vis" and "furthermore".

I have lost my mojo.

This is highly problematic. Perhaps fortunate, given the fact that despite my all-consuming desire to write fiction I have to do ridiculous amounts of school work before I can even begin to contemplate fic in good conscience, but honestly? Has that ever stopped me before?

No. It hasn't. The only thing stopping me now is that I -- can't write. Anymore. Mojo? Lost. Muse? On vacation. Sentence structure? So very un-okay I can't even talk about it.

It seems like I've used up all my words. All I've got left are 'pale' 'white' and 'silver'. Possibly also 'shell'. That does not even a sentence make.

I want to write something nuanced and emotional and beautiful and meaningful and all I've got seems to be nothing. This does not bode well. For, you know, anything.
Current Mood: moodymoody
Current Music: Streets of Philadelphia - Bruce Springsteen
dolimir_k on March 7th, 2005 07:09 pm (UTC)
All I've got left are 'pale' 'white' and 'silver'. Possibly also 'shell'. That does not even a sentence make.


How about: The pale silver shell crashed onto the shore as the water beat itself against the rocks, creating a frothy white foam.

Okay, that was lame. But hey, I'm blocked too.

Welcome to the club!
Tom is my Clark: Adina_like_cheap_wineprim_rose_etta on March 7th, 2005 07:59 pm (UTC)
Get a little toasted, Scarlett (icon).

It's so easy to get hot when you're writing while a little toasted.
sageness on March 7th, 2005 07:59 pm (UTC)
methinks your muse would really love to be taken out on a date for coffee. You should splurge on biscotti even. Or possibly orange cranberry scones.

Seduce her with the things she craves, and she will whisper gorgeous ripples and plummets and surges into your ear all night.

And you know, I can totally give you a DS bunny if you want.
Tiny Timmy Tokyo: lost - hit me with those laser beamsslodwick on March 7th, 2005 09:20 pm (UTC)
You are more than welcome to write the story based on my LJ layout that you spewed out the other day. I give you leave to do so. *g*

And if not, than I at least comiserate with the feeling. *hugs*
You're out of adventures :(claire on March 8th, 2005 07:12 am (UTC)
I know the feeling. What this world really needs is some kind of fic laxative.