I’ve come to a monumental decision in my life as a writer. It’s time to put my unfinished sitcom aside for a moment and start blogging. Yes, I’m giving myself the challenge of delivering a modest five hundred words a week for this new series I call, ‘For The Love of Blog’. Avant guard composer, Zen meditator and mushroom expert (He really was all of those things, honest) John Cage once said, “I have nothing to say, and I am saying it, and that is poetry”. I say, ‘I have nothing to say, and I am saying it and that is blogging. A mere Five hundred words, that shouldn’t be too challenging. Should it?
Err………
Umm…….
Wow this is harder that I thought. Being a writer last night round my friend’s house was really easy. All I had to do was cheerily down one and a half bottles of wine and talk incessantly about how wonderful it is to be a creative artiste. But today, sitting in front of the computer with a head that feels as dense as the anti matter near a black hole, energy levels as low as Katie Price’s IQ, and facing this looming deadline, the life of a bohemian literary expressionist doesn’t seem quite so glamorous.
Of course there are a million other things that I could be getting on with, all of which are just as important. There are the dirty dishes for example, which I have been saving up for over a week for just such an emergency. That should displace at least an hour if I’m sufficiently OCD about it. What’s this on my Android super smarty-pants phone? It’s Jeff in Florida. He’s made his latest play in our four-week marathon online scrabble game and I’ve just got to respond. No really, I have. I’ve just spotted that I can put vasectomy on a triple word. (Not something that happens every day, but it does give me a whopping 125 points.) Not only that, I’m coming to the conclusion that now is the time to pounce, and put in my bid for that vintage tees made and combined sodastream that I saw on ebay. It’s an obscure and probably badly functioning retro gadget that just I can’t live without. There’s no escaping it. I need to do all of this vital life management stuff before I can even contemplate writing a single word.
No Michael, stick to the plan. The Blog. It can’t be that difficult. Come on, think!
Chekhov (The playwright not the navigator of The Starship Enterprise) was once asked about how he got his inspiration for his plays (Maybe The Navigator of The Enterprise did actually write plays). Anyway, he petulantly shoved an ash tray towards his interrogator barking, “Do you want me to write a play about that?” Maybe I just need to look around the room and inspiration will strike.
Right! Here goes…
It definately needs tidying. Maybe I'll do that after the scrabble and the washing up...
It definately needs tidying. Maybe I'll do that after the scrabble and the washing up...
No still can’t think of anything.
Well I never. That’s five hundred words so it’s back to the sitcom.
Hey I’ve just remembered, I’ve really got to re catalogue that spice rack.
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