Thursday, September 24, 2009

Writer's Mood Revoked

Wow. My mind is a blank. The wilderness of my imagination has apparently been tamed. Nada. Nothing. Neither near nor far. The distance from where I stand and the horizon of creative (or even uncreative) thought is measured in inches. Yes, the curve of my Earth is short, and the moon is revolving around next to nothing. Go figure.

For quite a long while I've been, well, inspired... but the forest fires of emotion appear to have burned out. Miles of scorched landscape the only evidence of a thought process once fertile. No real anger to feed the carnivorous musings of pack animals; no real sadness to cut rivers from the Winter melt. Just... nothing.

Ah, well... all good things must end. Wild eventually domesticates. It was a good run.

16 comments:

  1. Dramatic much? ;)

    I think you have a lot on your plate at the present. Maybe your brain is just preoccupied with living it all instead of writing about it.

    Not a bad thing. And it gives your mind time to recharge. Never an end.

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  2. If it's anger or sadness you crave, why not create it? I'm sure your creative juices will flow again soon enough.

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  3. The muse is never loses its voice but like the clouds covering the moon, demands for performance seem to silence its song.

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  4. I know how you feel, I have been struggling with writing creative fiction for a while because of that. Then I will start something not exactly knowing what I want to do with it, and it becomes a well written half page with no since of what to do next - its madding

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  5. Hey...you can't always write beautifully! You must be in a happy place so there is no angst for you to reveal in your writing. Hopefully you will stay in your happy place, even though I'd miss your writing. :)

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  6. I think you wrote about nothing very beautifully.

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  7. Huh! My brother at a loss for words. . .

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  8. Wild might eventually domesticate .... but the wild is simply dormant - it hasn't gone away.

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  9. Happens to the best of us. It'll come back.

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  10. i imagine your wild will find its way back...if not go out and create some so you can come back and write about it...lol.

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  11. Seems to me there is a little spark you mustered up to write this....and I see a few embers still burning in the adjectives you used...you coulda just wrote..."I can't frakking write". Don't worry, the smoke will clear and the flames will be dancing and glowing as before. ;)

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  12. It's not a block if you can write so well about it! Youe are right- distance can be long or short :)

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  13. That is a great post for a revoked mood. I love it.

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  14. Once upon a time
    A wild thing roamed
    Far,far away
    From it's forest home.
    But never fear
    The wild's thing's fate
    Soon it will return
    To take it's place
    In your mind.

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  15. Wild never domesticates. That goes against its essence. It calms. It focuses on taking care of business, but it never domesticates. :)

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