writers block, reader shortage...troubles, troubles, troubles
Nostagla for a 10,000 hit post. I could post a short poem and get no less than 250. I am the sole Open member online. The cafe I do my public hours in has a for rent sign in the window. I’m stuck at page 162on a 300 page project.
I always got unblocked on OS. Writers write, but my last ten pages are just terrible...I mean worse than bad. It was the SCOTUS thing that broke me. I was hanging on by a thread, pecking away...creating a record of sorts, my third big project since OS left me readerless after six years of almost positive reinforcement.
Me, me, me...but I was not always this way. I knew about other subjects, and wrote about them. Never about me. Now I hardly recognize myself anymore. I’m blocked, burnt and feeling useless.
Drank a lot of beer on Saturday and that just made me hung over and blocked. I pushed out a page yesterday that was just terrible, and not even on topic. 1993...I’m stuck in spring of 1993. 1993 was bad for me, but rich for mining history. Today is good except for the planet...despite being a quarter century older then I was in 1993.
I miss OS and readers, but I had made it decades alone...readerless, including 1993, where I was just about fighting for my life, or so I thought. No, I was fighting for my life, stuck between the New Democrats and the old boys who ran my world.
I was in DC, but hated it, the old boys were out, and the kids were in. I found little I liked about either or myself. I had twenty in, but that meant nothing on my side of it. DC was supposed to be a prize but it was pure crap. I limped home and took my licks, and did what I was told.
So now I’m back then, or now and neither is working well for me. I kept working, writing readerless those days. Writers write.