The pristine whiteness of the Word document mocks me as I sit, sweating and mumbling before my screen, because…
I got bubkes.
Maybe a change of scenery is in order. It’s the technological sterility that has me blocked. Yes, that’s it! Curling up with pen and paper, the way it was meant to be, will surely inspire as it has for so many before me. Something? Anything?
I got bubkes.
All nine of the muses have turned their backs on me, not deigning to aim their inspirational arrows my way, so…
I got bubkes.
Crawling through a vast desert of creative aridity, I look for a drop, just a single drop to sustain me. The artistic wellspring has dried up.
I got bubkes.
American Pie lamented the day the music died, but where is my song? Where is the ode commemorating the day the words died?
I got bubkes.
There is no inspiration; there are no words, no thoughts. It has all been written before, and none of my pitiful efforts will ever make a particle of difference to the turning of this world. There will be no blog post today. Who knows if there will be again? Because, as you might have surmised…
I can’t think of a damn thing to say.
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These days are the worst, aren’t they? Ugh. Everything that strikes me is “overdone, already wrote about it, talk about it too much, stupid, unentertaining, booooooriiiing.”
I have a plethora of draft posts that are finished but terrible.
Kudos to you for posting anyway – it takes courage to write a post about not having a post. It’s a public admission of mental defeat.
May you find a fountain of creativity and inspiration in the desert sand there.
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I can’t imagine coming up with a new idea every day like you do, Jackie. Yikes! Taking my divining rod out for another try at a wellspring of ideas.
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Hmm for no inspiration you did a darn fine job!
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Well, thanks! It helps pass the time while I wait for a great idea to come winging my way.
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I like to carry a little notepad or paper and then write something down when ever a fleeting thought or someone says something (even on tv) I think might leed somewhere down. Otherwise, I will NEVER remember how it went. Like “the wind is blowing the prairie grass” could leed to something.
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That’s a great idea! I sometimes have a stray thought of interest, only to find it has faded like smoke when I later try to recall it.
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Sometimes the harder you look, the more elusive the ideas are.
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That’s true. Like when you don’t know if you’re spelling a word right, and the more you look at it and think about it, the more the word seems to become utter gibberish.
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Very nice post for a no post day!
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I think we’ve all experienced this day, right?
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This day? I’ve experienced this all summer. I’ve even considered going to see the doctor about it, but I don’t think they make a pill for writer’s block. Perhaps I should go back to the basics… My niece’s kindergarten class is learning to write their letters… I wonder if I can still stuff my knees under one of those desks…
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You’re sure to get lots of material in kindergarten – great stuff about bodily fluids! But take it easy on those knees.
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But you say nothing so well.
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Some will tell you that nothing is one of my best topics.
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Hmm, I don’t know. Bubkes can be a good thing. Very Zen. Let it all go, Peg. Ahhh…your mind is a blank. Feels good…Nothing is everything…and all is One and all is nothing…or something like that, right? Oh, who am I kidding, I hate it when I’ve got bubkes–very unnerving for a writer. But I giggled all the way through this post, well done, considering you’ve got bubkes!
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The only good thing is, it’s kinda fun to say bupkes over and over again.
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It’s fun to read, too. Know what else is fun? That top picture! As is just about anything written by you, even if that’s how you don’t feel like you have anything to say. 🙂
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Except my bubkes are bigger than they look in that picture (that’s what that word sounds like it should mean, doesn’t it?)
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Bubkes is such a great word. I like Apple Bubkes myself. With sour cream on the side.
Sending you a cyber set of Groucho Noses & Glasses via a little-known Muse named Lull.
(“Sometimes I sits and thinks. And sometimes I just sits.” — Anonymous)
Thanks for the smiles on all sorts of days!
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That’s a great idea! I should spend a day in Groucho nose and glasses and chronicle everyone’s reaction. Would you buy insurance from somebody wearing those? Didn’t think so. Never mind.
Sometimes I just sits, indeed. THanks for the words of encouragement, Paula!
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Bubkes, eh? Where did you find that word or is it from your lively imagination???
Still worth a chuckle, even if you said you had nothing to say. You did say something in the end – your frustration with the ‘block’. You’re bound to find some gems this weekend on your travels and at ArtPrize. Hang in there, this too shall pass. 🙂
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That’s one of (our) sister Carolyn’s favorite words! Turns out it’s a real word – I looked it up.
I’m counting on you to provide fodder for my blog this weekend.
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I find it funny that I’m commenting on a post where you “said nothing.” 🙂
Inspiration is a tricky thing. What works for me is to do something completely unrelated. Something where I have to move (as in, not sit). Then BAM the Bubkes goes Vamoose. (All words I had to use in this reply.)
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I don’t blame you. I am going to be actively looking for an opportunity to work “the Bubkes go Vamoose” into conversations.
That’s good advice, though. I’m trotting off to the gym to see if I sweat will help!
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Trying to think of a comment but I got squat. Nothing clever, nothing amusing, nothing even remotely enlightening. Squat. I thought if I keep typing, a good comment would come to me but no, I got squat. Is writer’s block infectious?
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I believe that squat and bubkes are cousins, so that would explain it.
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Oy vay. I’ve been there. I pray for my family to do something insane so I’d have something to blog about. Well, it’s not an ode, but I did once write a poem about writer’s block and the soul wrenching business of writing: http://fixitordeal.wordpress.com/2007/08/15/portrait-of-the-artist-as-a-raving-looney/
I hope that your bubkes goes bye-bye soon!
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Like your comment about waiting for the family to do something insane. Family and pets are fertile ground indeed.(2nd only to our own foibles)
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I’ve often thought the great thing about most of my family never reading my blog, is I can say all kinds of things about them because it’s behind their backs!
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What a great poem! I’ve never heard of that style of poetry – tres clever. You’re inspiring me to go forth and find meaning.
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Sometimes nothing happens in my life. Good thing I can make something up.
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That’s the spirit – I forgot about imagination! Lemme see, what fab thing shall I pretend I’ve done today?
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Maybe it’s just me, but I read a post today. That means you HAD bubkes… 😉
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When life gives you bubkes, you make a bubke post!
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I love it when we bloggers blog about not being able to blog. They are some of the most entertaining posts. And the images you found for this one were pearls.
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I guess we’ve all felt that desperation, eh? I had a picture of all the muses gamboling around, but it looked too cheerful for my purposes, so I went with just one of them, perusing my blog from the side of an urn.
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Lucky for you enough of us read your blog to keep you honest. We’ll try very hard to give you some great material this weekend! PS- I have never heard Carolyn use that word.PSS-Fun blog!
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Maybe I’m hallucinating her using that word. Hey, that would make a good post – thanks, MK!
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