I have the worst kind of writer's block: intermittent. Here's an analogy: you know those construction problems on roads where they block off one side of the road to let the traffic going North pass while all the South-bounders must wait for twenty minutes, and then finally they let the South-bounders go while the next round of Northbounders wait? Yeah, it's like that.

So I sit down at my computer to write some fiction, and a tiny little dribble comes out, like 250 words maybe, enough to fool me into thinking I've just hit a writing jones. THEN...it just quits on me. The next 250 words are stuck, waiting somewhere while suddenly the notes for that fucking annotation for Bennington start to spring to mind. So then I think, well, go where the flow is, you know, and I move over to let the annotation out and whaddya know? Another dribble and then I'm stuck with two barely trickling streams totally unrelated to each other, neither helping the other get written. So yeah, it's writing, but it's maddening!

I'm not sure what to make of this particular blockage. The only things I can seem to get out are articles, purely non-fiction, purely coming from a reality outside of my own head...you know, journalism. Which is good since that's how I intend to make a substantial part of my income in the near-future, but it's also frustrating since all the editors at the moment are on overload and haven't had time to respond to my pitches. But this is just the beginning.

This is just whining, and while I thank you for tuning in, I think that I'm done for the moment. See, I've even got blog-block. This is awful.

I'll try again later.

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J