Ah. Uh. Um.
I'm so blocked oh my gosh I'm so stopped up.
Creativity is dried spittle on my chin, a scab on my knee.
There are no ideas washing over my sand.
I have nothing, nothing, NOTHING, if I don't have yooooouuuuuuuuu.
Whitney Houston is more creative than I.
I wrote a newsletter for work. Boss didn't like. I must start again. But can't. Don't got it. Am not sure-fingered anymore. Thought I could write. But people don't think so. Boss people don't think so. Maybe once the thoughts were molten lava, now are black volcanic ash. Obliterated. I don't have it. You guys??? I don't have it.
Too many cliches, common turns of a phrase, too many nouns, commas, thoughts. Too many voices not my own. Doubts creep, can't dos slink. I'm dry, I'm so dry. Was I ever wet? Did I just think I was wet? Was there any moisture? I don't take enough dips in the pool? Twirls in the rain?
Fear. Fear. Fear. If not writer, then...
Then WHAT?
Just a girl?
A girl with no talent?
A girl with no skill other than to melanchol? To obsess? To neurose?
What have I?
What have I become?
My God, what have I become.
Shit! I even had to copy that My God sequence from Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde.
What a great story.
I can't write a story like it.
I can't write!
What now?
Maybe a home-based business as a medical transcriptionist.
Or a consultant to hypochondriacs.
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