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:

Wings said...

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.

Not For Jellyfish said...

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

Yodood said...

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

Nancy M. said...

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. :)

Dustin G. said...

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

Johnny O. said...

Into The Wild?

Baino said...

I think you wrote about nothing very beautifully.

Sono G. said...

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

Alan Burnett said...

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

Megan said...

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

Brian Miller said...

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.

Candy said...

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. ;)

Cinnamon said...

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

yodz said...

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

Dreamhaven said...

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.

Bitsy said...

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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