Friday, November 16, 2012
I'm not doing NaNo this year, for a variety of reasons. But this is the first time in a very, very long time I've not taken part, and I miss it. I feel...itchy, somehow. It's like...some beautifully apt simile I would come up with if I wasn't completely lacking in words of any kind. I want to write *something*. I'd write at least a short story if I could. But my words are all gone.
I miss most the physical act: scribbling away with a pen or pencil or banging on the typewriter and seeing and feeling the pages fill up. But I got nothing. I can't even seem to manage poems lately. I have one single line rattling around in the hollow void of my noggin, but it doesn't tie to anything at all, AND it's about a sunset, which is terribly hackneyed as poetic subjects go.
I've tried free-writing, just writing anything and everything that pops into my head or writing about writing, and even that petered out.
And now I'm writing about writing about writing. I make me cry.
At least there's turkey in my near future! And I don't seem to be having the same issues with music. So there's that.