Blog On The Motorway

So I moved house a week ago, and it seems to have created some kind of massive shift in my ability to sit at a typewriter and hit it until words come onto the screen.  I don’t quote understand how that’s happened, but this will be my first post on any site for more than two weeks, which for me is akin to going more than two weeks without raising the general godlike genius of Joss Whedon in general conversation. But seriously folks, how good was that episode of Glee, eh? But I digress, you play sorry and I play chess. Go get some percocet.

Anyway, in the last two weeks I have lost all writing ability. Don’t believe me, go read the last paragraph again. Done? And that was my third attempt at it. Last week I tried to write an obituary to Paul Gray from Slipknot for Demon Pigeon, and ended up spending two hours trying to nail one line. For the bassist from Slipknot.

And it’s not just my writing that has fallen by the wayside, the Year Of Health has taken a not insignificant nosedive over the last two weeks, and I’ve put back on four pounds. I need my mojo back, but I cannot fathom how to get it back. Hopefully my juices will reappear again, and maybe now that I have finally built my last piece of flat-pack furniture for the house, my creative aenima will return.  Of course, if you don’t hear from me again in the next two weeks, feel free to send me abusive messages. Maybe that will spur me into action.