Writer’s block

[narcasse]

Over the last week I’ve started writing several pieces and before that I was jotting down ideas on desktop stickies. The problem for the moment being that I’ve simply not been in the mood to either start writing things or to complete them. I keep finding half written scraps which obviously have a distinct idea behind them but I can never seem to fix myself in the mindset needed to finish them. This should be the opportunity cost for something else I’m doing but right now I can’t think of much else that I actually am doing. I still have my pr0n exercise to finish writing, I’ve uncovered another one that I began quite some time ago and yet another that I’ve been sitting on since Bravo stopped showing UFC. I’ve not even been doing any intensive reading of late. I finished Sense & Sensibility a little while ago, picked up Dune again, have been listening to the complete Sherlock Holmes stories in audio book format, started Atlas Shrugged and half watched The Curse of King Tut’s Tomb. The limit of my creativity has been recolouring icons and while I’m hugely proud of this one in particular for my editing out the text and drawing in the relevant obscured parts in a convincing fashion, that’s hardly much of anything.

It’s not that I don’t have things to write or even the time for them but rather that I’ve been beset by an alarming apathy. I have a disinclination to do much of anything. I’ve just about managed to figure out a few of the keyboard controls for Devil May Cry 3 which aren’t, much to my disappointment, something I can configure to my own taste and I’ve given up on Indiana Jones and the Infernal Machine because it has the same problems as Prince of Persia 3D in so far as it controls awkwardly, is fussy about positioning and the auto-targeting irritates the blazes about of me. I haven’t even carried on with Blood Omen because the one combo move I was praying for is proof positive that you should really be careful what you wish for since it dices up everything in the vicinity so you have no victims left to actually suck blood from.

Of course this too shall pass and I’m sure these periodic breaks from productivity always do me good but I’m always a little surprised when they do happen. So in the meantime I’m just going to have to suffer through the enforced productive lull and shore up my discontent with good alcohol, fine tobacco and the ongoing quest to find my next grey hair.


In other news: this post on debunkingwhite makes me wonder if I ought to start reading The Times again since The Telegraph has been generally disappointing me of late.