Writer’s Block

Ah, writer’s block.

You’ve got something to say, you just don’t know how to say it.

That’s writer’s block.

You know what it’s like; you make a resolution (a new year one obviously, no one makes February resolutions) to keep the website updated with fortnightly updates. A month goes by and nada. Zilch. Nothing.

Inspiration deserts you. The words just can’t be found.

Social media was no use either. Cheers for the rubbish suggestions you shower of bastards. HS2? Left vs right? Game of bloody Thrones? Seriously, you’re not helping.

There was a time when the blogs just rolled out of my thoughts. Wit and insight mingled with hidden depths. (Very hidden usually). They practically wrote themselves. Magic self promotion oozed from the screen like honey oozing from a broken jar, clumsily knocked off the shelf by a cack handed four year old. Now however, words desert me like a cack handed four year old running off because she’s been asked to clean up her sticky mess.

 

300 words

 

Do you know the recommended minimum word count for a blog? Three hundred words. Yes, you read that right, three hundred words. And do you know what I’m up to so far? Two hundred and three. (Actually two hundred and seven now)

 

What’s happened? My inspiration has run dry. I’m a shadow of my former self. A husk. I’ve lost my mojo.

 

(235. Keep going Jack)

 

Fortunately, I’m a better magician than I am a blogger. I wouldn’t be getting many bookings if a husk turned up to entertain the guests.

 

Nearly there. Good God, it’s been a slog. This is definitely an album track blog. Not a single. Certainly not a “when gigs go bad”.

 

  1. Fourteen left.

 

Phew. Sorry about that.

 

Proper blog next time.

 

Honest.

Jack the Husk.