When I first started with WordPress, pert near on 3 years ago I do reckon, I was very prolific with my new posts. I was spouting off everyday, sometimes 3 posts a day; cranking out some good stuff, some bad stuff, but mostly inane stuff.
Fun though….
But, it seems like I have either burned out this year or something weird; I bet I haven’t posted anything new or noteworthy for quite a spell.
No, no I don’t have writers block. You have to be a WRITER to get blocked.
I am just a hack.
People that can stay focused, dedicated or obsessed in creating a work of literature, poetry or the like, or maintaining a continuing stream of thought that keeps others intrigued or interested….
That’s a writer.
I just get easily bored with nothing else to do.
That’s how I am, I guess; or the only excuse or maybe justification I can even use for my apparent apathy towards my sleazy, sticky, fumbling attempts at writing.
I know how I can get with things and it makes me even crazier.
I have the attention span of a $2 crackhead….or maybe a gnat.
Speaking of my creativity or lack thereof, my dwindling level of interest, my non-existent ability to focus on anything other than cooking shows or the Discovery Channel for periods longer than 30 minutes, my aforementioned miniscule attention span, my “creative juice” seems to ebb and flow.
Speaking of juice, my posting is kinda like my 52-year-old testosterone level, really….
At an elderly 52 years old (which I’ve never been this old before) I will unabashedly admit that I would kill for an early morning wake-up boner or WOOD as it is also referenced as by the male of our species; or I’d give a kidney for a boner with amorous intent or hell, I’d be grateful to the point of tears and snot for a boner at the worst possible time. You fella’s reading this know the kind of boner I mean….
A 7TH GRADER BONER FOR HELL SAKES!!!
The kind of boner that a cat can’t scratch or one that could cut diamonds!
Ahhh…the memories.
No, I haven’t any shame or ability to be embarrassed any longer.
I lost that on my 50th birthday.
The truth will set me free.
Anywho….
However, now that I ponder a little more on my bonelessness (is that a word?) I would consider selling my soul to whatever devil exists in this millennium to treat my long-suffering, dearly betrothed, regretfully abstaining wife to a good ol’fashioned Viking rape and pillage.
It would have to be a Viking rape fantasy playtime, if I ever get the chance. Last time I had wood, I was a masked burglar that jumped out of the closet to assault her and she shot me…..
Ok, I’m getting side-tracked…..again; see how easily I get distracted?
Told you….
[Quick present moment reality admission]
I made my morning coffee too strong. I have sweat running down my ribs and man boobs. I swear to God there is cocaine in Folgers 100% Columbian.
Hmmm….could be a connection here with my inability to write anything lately…..
Just add copious amounts of stimulants, give me a dose of inspiration or a reason to bitch (which could be the same , I guess) crack open the laptop, back away from the crazy person and watch the fat man dance.
It’s resolution time of course, and here are mine.
I will post updates, stories or assholes…oops, I meant opinions, at least twice a week; or maybe more if the caffiene is pure or when my testosterone is up.
Please, Jesus…..
I will practice more on my guitar playing and not on buying them.
I will sketch more.
I will get older.
Ok, good, now that that’s out-of-the-way.
I’ll talk to y’all later.
Good luck and Happy New Year
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