Pen to Paper
Mood:  on fire
Now Playing: 3 Doors Down and Alice Cooper
Topic: Writing

So I sit here at my desk wondering how to start today's writing. See, I have been stumbling through a bit of writer's block as of late. I am stuck. I do my best to force myself to write something everyday, but sometimes it's more of a chore. Don't get me wrong. I LOVE writing and couldn't see myself doing anything else, but some days I suffer from, not just writer's block, but brain death.

Something dark has my muse held captive and are doing unspeakable things to him. Yes. My muse is a "him". Go figure. We can't pick them...they just appear. If we don't want them, then we don't want to write. Anyhow. I promised myself I wouldn't digress in this post. I don't know how well that is going to go over, but we will see.

So my muse is being held captive by the shadows. They are probably torturing him mercilessly. I cringe to even think about what they are doing to him. I can hear the screams and smell the blood. I need to rescue him from the horror that comes out at night. And where he is....it's night all the time. At least this way, perhaps he will come back with some ideas.

So again, I sit here at my desk, wondering how to start the writing for today. I try to get my writing done early so I don't have to worry about it. I have found that if I don't get my writing done early, I begin to resemble a cow. Chewing, swallowing, regurgitating, and chewing some more. By the end of the day, it has been chewed to a pulverized, thick paste that would do much better on a cracker than on pages. It would most likely tasteless and more of the consistancy of glue. So I get things done early.

 It is going on 4:30pm as I sit and contemplate. I need to get my gear on and plunge into the shadows to pull my muse out from the rotting depths. 3 Doors Down is fading and soon will come the original Shock Rocker....Mr. Alice Cooper. Perfect hunting music.

Off I go. If I have not returned in a day or two, do not come looking for me. I will find you. Dead and decayed, but I will find you. If you smell something off behind you, please don't spray anything. It's hell on the lungs....