Mental Roadblock

Here's the really great thing about being a writer (of comedy, stories, poetry, whatever) when you have a day off or in my case a whole weekend to, you know, write, it can be really exciting. The only thing is though, your brain doesn't always take correct instruction. I have a perfect opportunity to create a substantial amount of work but instead my brain is saying, "Ah, forget all of that creative writing stuff, look an Entourage marathon!"

I just spent an entire day thinking about how I should really write something. Now there's how you make a career for yourself, thinking about working!

What's worse is, anytime I actually do seem to have some inspiration strong enough to put pen to paper (or in most cases, fingers to keyboard) It's only to write about how I can't write anything. Which is real, but feels a lot like pandering to a specific audience. Namely other writers, who have of course at one point or another experienced the beast known as writer's block.

So, although by posting this I've done nothing to substantially improve my situation, I have vented my frustrations as any 21st century man born into a reasonably stable financial situation would, by blogging. Oh, how I loathe my trendiness. If I were writing this in a coffee shop I'd probably stab myself in the eye with that little plastic stirrer they give you with coffee.

Why is inspiration always hiding in a house of mirrors? Difficult to find and easy to lose.

Anyway, enough of this pity party, I'll get the mental engines running soon...hopefully. It's a good thing I like Ramen noodles and soup.
Signing off. Best of writing, friends.