Another monday and nothing seems to have changed. I sit down to write and nothing happens...the ideas are still right where I left them the day before...and the day before that....and the day before that...just can't seem to get them moving. Had hoped that adding a fantastic chapter from DocInOz the the Sarah Walker:Broken Beyond Repair Challenge would help me kick something loose but, alas, no such luck. The problem is I don't know what the problem is...how very insightful...I know, I know...somewtimes the sheer staggering power of my intellect leaves me reeling in self adoration...for about ten seconds and then I re-set myself to norm, hoping that that's waht I need to get stuff moving again...and, so far, not happening.
Been reading some of the newer additions to the ChuckFF and there's some really good stuff, both from the usual suspects(Frea, Quistie, Doc, Mia and many I should mention but can't because I'm blanking) and from some who are posting their first stories(once again, blanking on names but I'll have a list the next time I post here, just in case anyone actually is interested in what I'm reading)...also reading some over at Castle...and still waiting, patiently, for GLEE torture porn...somebody out there better get busy...I know I can't be the only one waiting for that...c'mon...Kurt killed when his sybian(is that the right word?) short circuts, leaving him a quivering, smoking, no longer singing, pile of ashes...what?...ok, that was a little out there but I'm blocked...gotta do something...pound at the keyboard in a(so far) futle attempt to shock myself back into writing...damn, I never thought not doing something that I spent most of my life not doing would be such a mental irritant...and thinking about sandpaper ain't helping that itch...and imagining calamine lotion is just as ineffective.
Watched a few episodes of Painkiller Jane...another sterling example of a great comic book idea that Hollywood monkeys can't seem to handle...instead of writing good scripts and hoping the actors would show their own ineptitude by not being able to act their way out of wet paper bags, we're left having to think that maybe, if Kristanna hadn't been given the written equivalent of a 'monkey's handful of throwing material', she would have stunned us all with the talent in her head and heart and not her talents that stretched out her tops...sorry fellow geeks and nerds but that woman can't act...although I'm sure she might have been great...in porn...filmed back when Fatty Arbuckle was just a charming 'fat' guy...before he became the boy next door that mothers and fathers never wanted their daughters to meet...ah, that might be a little harsh and I will offer a full apolgy when(and if) someone can offer up an example of her talent that doesn't rely on making men's pants a little tighter.
Another rambling paragraph down and I'm still not feeling it...where the fuck is it? At my age I make an effort to live my life with as little outside stress as possible and, when I accepted Jim's challenge and started writing, I was amazed at the added relief that it brought to me...having an 'out' I never had before and being surprised and thrilled to find that a few people actually enjoyed reading my scribbles...still a thrill...just gotta get back into the swing...maybe tomorrow?...I'll know it when it happens...and so will Chas56...because I'm gonna write the second part to 'Mr. Grumpy Pants Vs. Chas56'...and it's gonna leave everyone stunned by the crushing emotional weight it will bring to Chuck FF in particular...and literature in general...it'll be a tour de force and some will laugh, some will cry and some...most likely Chas56...will fudge their undies.
You know what?...maybe I'll get back to BLDBAL...or SVTSS...or...... JT
Hey, that's an important job Kristianna is doing creating that tingling feeling and ushering teenage nerds into puberty. Admittedly she wasn't doing a great job of it in PJ, but she did an Oscar worthy performance in the Ewe Boll masterpiece Bloodrayne. (Must keep straight face, must keep straight face...) Oh dear god I can't even type that.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear you're still fighting the blockage, hope you find a mental drain snake soon.