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Thursday, August 24, 2006

fits of creativity

I can get out about a paragraph, bringing myself right to the point where the climax or punchline should be reached - then fizzle. You know those parties where your husband fills so many balloons with helium that the hanging strings actually obscure the view across the room? You know the resultant balloon hissing madness when six kids get to those balloons right before the party starts? That's kind of how my blog writing is going right now.

I can't even seem to hold my own interest for more than a few minutes, so how can I expect to write anything with humor or depth?

Should I continue the ankle saga? Should I discuss the space-age miracle foam mattress pad which is at least 6 inches narrower than the bed (and the resultant comedy)? Should I get out some of the rare bits of passion concerning politics and religion (shhhh, don't mention the war)?

When I was a child, I ran freely across the snow-covered playground. I didn't see the ice under the surface. I didn't expect to come crashing into the seesaw, propelling it downward, thus lacerating my chin and causing me to bite the tip off my tongue. Mouths bleed a lot.

Creatively speaking, I keep hitting ice patches. Doors are opening inside me because, for so long, I have not allowed myself to touch the deeper insides. It excites me a little to feel, but it scares me too. I don't just feel for me.


Piercing -
can’t anyone else hear the screams?
Grasping -
fingernails scratch-searching for a hold -

The people go on
their new and improved,
foods, ointments, cars, homes.

And the lost fall
to the ground,




  • Ah, yes. I've experienced the fizzle out just when you should get to the point or the punchline. When I was writing papers for school I learned that I had to let the paper sit at least overnight if not for a couple of days. I would consider it finished, but something was always missing. Oh yeah, it was the end -- the point! Same experience with my blog posts or creative writing. Oh well, given a bit of time we get there.

    By Blogger Terri B., at 12:28 PM  

  • Thanks for all of your comments. You made me smile today.

    I did have to LOL about writing papers. I was never actually organized enough to have the paper finished in advance (so no letting it sit). In fact, I have vivid memories of typing papers at 4 AM in a slate floored hallway so that I wouldn't keep my roommate awake.

    By Blogger atypical, at 2:56 PM  

  • I love your blog. I love your writing. I love you.
    Thanks for sharing so deeply ♥

    By Blogger jouette, at 7:42 PM  

  • jouette, you know that goes both ways, don't you? I love you and your blog too!

    By Blogger atypical, at 9:43 PM  

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