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Call it Writer’s Block

On Facebook, I “like” a particular page for writers that regularly posts quotes about writing. Imagine that!

Today, the page administrator(s) posted,

Writing about writer’s block is better than not writing at all. — Charles Bukowski

I don’t think I necessarily have writer’s block. I’m not really sure what’s going on with me. Last spring, I hit my stride. I was writing like a madwoman. I would estimate I was about two weeks away from actually finishing a novel for the first time, with two more on its heals. I was on a roll.

Then I went rollerblading one Saturday morning.

Write SomethingI shattered my right wrist and fractured my left elbow. I was in a lot of pain. I had to have surgery to put a metal plate in my wrist and after they removed the splint, I had to wear a brace. My wrist hurt all.the.time. Even if my brain hadn’t been muddled by the pain killers, the pain was too much and I could only type with my right hand, which got tiring.

I lost my momentum. I figured I’d be able to pick right back up where I’d ended, but I couldn’t. I had to restart the book I had nearly finished and now the writing is coming hard and in spits and spurts. I’m frustrated.

Last week, I committed myself to write one hour a day, every day. I managed two or three days of that and haven’t done much else. I can’t get in the mood. I’m annoyed with myself.

So here I am blogging and hoping this little exercise will help me get back on track. While I love that I at least am able to make a living by being a writer, technical writer for a government agency is not my dream. I appreciate that I can be a little creative, that I can spend my days writing and editing and even more, I appreciate the paycheck and benefits that come with it.

I’m also quite afraid that if I do finish writing a novel, I will not find an agent or a publisher. I am afraid to fail. I’m not afraid of failure on its face. I’m afraid to find out that being a novelist is not really the life I was born to live. I’m afraid to lose my dream. But if I never try, I will fail for certain. That’s even worse.

And so back to the grind.

We Are Young

by Fun

Give me a second I,
I need to get my story straight
My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State
My lover she’s waiting for me just across the bar
My seat’s been taken by some sunglasses asking ’bout a scar, and
I know I gave it to you months ago
I know you’re trying to forget
But between the drinks and subtle things
The holes in my apologies, you know
I’m trying hard to take it back
So if by the time the bar closes
And you feel like falling down
I’ll carry you home

Tonight
We are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

Tonight
We are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

Now I know that I’m not
All that you got
I guess that I, I just thought
Maybe we could find new ways to fall apart
But our friends are back
So let’s raise a toast
‘Cause I found someone to carry me home

Tonight
We are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

Tonight
We are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

Carry me home tonight
Just carry me home tonight
Carry me home tonight
Just carry me home tonight

The moon is on my side
I have no reason to run
So will someone come and carry me home tonight
The angels never arrived
But I can hear the choir
So will someone come and carry me home

Tonight
We are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

Tonight
We are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

So if by the time the bar closes
And you feel like falling down
I’ll carry you home tonight

Low

by Cracker

Sometimes you wanna take you down
Sometimes I wanna get you low
Brush your hair back from your eyes
Take you down let the river flow

Sometimes I go and walk the street
Behind the green sheet of glass
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles

I’ll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey hey hey like being stoned
I’ll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey hey hey like being stoned

A million poppies is gonna make me sleep
Just one rose and knows your name
The fruit is rusting on the vine
The fruit is calling from the trees

Hey don’t you wanna go down
Like some junkie cosmonaut
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles

I’ll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey hey hey like being stoned
I’ll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey hey hey like being stoned

Blue blue is the sun
A brown brown is the sky
A green green are her eyes
A million miles a million miles

Hey hey don’t you wanna go down
Like some disgraced cosmonaut
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles

I’ll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey hey hey like being stoned
I’ll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey hey hey like being stoned

Evensong

by The Innocence Mission

The day is over
And still so heavy on the mind:
In flew glowing, smiling mother, butterfly in yellow
To join the frowning cactus crowd
Finding flowers, even there, to flutter around

I thought, isn’t mother grand
The way she flies and flies
Into the sting of the cold
And the prick of the barbed wire
Isn’t mother grand
To gladly fly and swiftly fly
Into the sting of the cold
And the prick of the barbed wire

The day is over
And still goes passing through the mind:
In came glowing, smilling mother, sure and kind
To rouse us
To give ourselves out and to cry
Birth to warm intentions, worthless otherwise!

Oh, the lives that brush against us, pass us by and by,
The friends who may or may not come if we would first invite
Oh, to open doors
To always gladly fly and fly
Into the sting of the cold
And prick of the barbed wire

Wild Again

by Starship

A diamond sun cuts down a frozen winter sky
As the world and I go screaming into the phantom night
It doesn’t matter where it leads, I got nowhere left to go
If there’s any chance at all, it’s somewhere down this road

To be wild again, no one’s child again
Yeah I wanna see those eyes in the mirror full of fire again
Oh to be wild again

The fading light is cold on the shoulders of the trees
Oh the starwind blows right through me, and I never felt so free
Oh there had to be a crossroad, a place to draw the line
And it came down to the question, is this life I’m livin’ mine

Had to be wild again, no one’s child again
I wanna live every minute so hard that I wear it thin
I wanna find the edge, risk it all to win
I wanna see those eyes in the mirror full of fire again
I wanna be wild again (wild again) 

There has to be a crossroad, a place to draw the line
And it comes down to the question, what is theirs and what is mine

Wild again, no one’s child again
I wanna live every minute so hard that I wear it thin
I wanna find the edge, risk it all to win
I wanna see those eyes in the mirror, burn with life again
I wanna be wild (wild again), let the change begin
I wanna find the edge, risk it all, wanna burn with life again
Wanna be wild again, yeah, I wanna be wild again

Someone Else’s Story

from Chess

Long ago
In someone else’s lifetime
Someone with my name
Who looked a lot like me
Came to know
A man and made a promise
He only had to say
And that’s where she would be
Lately
Although the feelings run just as deep
The promise she made has grown impossible to keep
And yet I wish it wasn’t so
Will he miss me if I go?

In a way
It’s someone else’s story
I don’t see myself
As taking part at all
Yesterday
A girl that I was fond of
Finally could see
The writing on the wall
Sadly
She realized she’d left him behind
And sadder than that she knew he wouldn’t even mind
And though there’s nothing left to say
Would he listen if I stay?

It’s all very well to say you fool it’s now or never
I could be choosing
No choices whatsoever.

I could be
In someone else’s story
In someone else’s life
And he could be in mine
I don’t see
A reason to be lonely
I could take my chances
Further down the line
And if
That girl I knew should ask my advice
Oh I wouldn’t hesitate she needn’t ask me twice
Go now!
I’d tell her that for free
Trouble is, the girl is me
The story is, the girl is me.

Because the Night

by 10,000 Maniacs (and others)

Take me now, baby, here as I am
Pull me close and try and understand
Desire is hunger, is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed

Come on now try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand as the sun descends
They can’t hurt you now,
Can’t hurt you now, can’t hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

Have I doubt, baby, when I’m alone
Love is a ring, a telephone
Love is an angel disguised as lust
In our face until the morning comes
Come on now try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand as the sun descends
They can’t hurt you now,
Can’t hurt you now, can’t hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

With love we sleep
With doubt the vicious circle
Turn and burns
Without you, oh I cannot live
Forgive, the yearning burning
I believe it’s time, too real to feel
So take me now, take me now, take me now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

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