What is Post X? You know what Post X is. It's also called Essay X, Book X, Report X, and Thank You Card X. But for our purposes here today let's deal with Post X.
It's the blog post that begins all blog posts. It's the awkward blankness as you stare at the screen. It's the feeling of hopelessness as you bring up Photo Booth to make funny faces and wonder why your nose points south when you're looking north. It's the staring at a picture in your office/room/basement knowing for certain that the inspiration of true literary glory lies deep within. It's the sinking feeling you get as you finally begin typing, knowing good and well you have nothing to say, and hoping for a miracle of something creative to paste itself across the page when your finger tips strike the keys.
Today, my friends, we have a Post X on Sid Prince Explains. This I fear is a chronic issue though. I've been facing the world of X for nearly a month now (see the date of my last post), and I'm getting pretty damned tired of it.
It began with my entry into NaNoWriMo. Now, let's be clear that I'm not faulting in any way the institution of NaNoWriMo. Absolutely not. That just happens to be the point in time when the state of X-edness hijacked my brain and decided to tuck in for a long, gory, and somewhat salty but strangely fulfilling meal.
Every since the first week of NaNoWriMo I haven't been able to so much as look at a keyboard with the intention of writing something moderately interesting without my creative subconscious cowering in the corner and peeing on the expensive ass rug Wife Prince just bought. This does not make for a happy marriage America. Wife Prince gets so put out when my id can't make it to the back yard.
When's the last time you had a Post X or one of it's sexy cousins? How did you make it stop snail-tracking across your art? I honestly can't remember ever having one since I began blogging. Perhaps that's the issue though... when you consume as much as I want to, your creative grey matter becomes distorted with the effort of not consuming.
Well, there you go! That's the risk you run reading this blog. Sometimes you get Post X. And sometimes you get Post X when my sense of humor is cocked like the trigger on a four round clip loaded 17 gauge rifle with accuracy up to 1 mile. You know, and with the bullets with those red tips that explode on impact. I hope it's clear to you now that you should keep all small pets and loved rodents far away from here.
Now, for my weekly prank call to Peta... or is it PETA... I get confused.
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