An inside look at writer's block

A few hours ago...okay "many" hours ago, I sat down on this very couch and rested my lap-top computer, conveniently, on my...lap. I was getting prepared to unleash a flurry of words, that would soon form themselves into, yet another, insightful blog entry.

I couldn't help but think of how much this next entry was going to dramatically improve the lives of those who would be reading it. As a result, my pulse rose to a feverish rate and my eyes began to well up with tears of joy. And then...it happened.

Actually, "it" would be better described as "nothing", because...nothing happened. Here I was, with a heart ready to pour out love and fingers ready to type out wisdom, but something wasn't right. Something was missing, and I just couldn't figure out what it was. Not surprisingly though, because the something that was missing...was my brain.

Heart and Fingers were primed and waiting, but Brain was no where to be found. Immediately, they began an intense search, and eventually discovered Brain, curled up in the fetal postion... fast asleep. Brain's waves were as flat as the voice of an eliminated American Idol contestant.

Heart screamed and yelled for Brain to wake up, but the emotional appeals fell only on deaf ears. Now, I know Brain is not hearing impaired, so I figured he was either wearing earplugs or inside the Cone of Silence.

Fingers tried poking, prodding and nudging Brain. But, even that, couldn't bring about the slightest twitch. Thinking Brain was dead, Fingers panicked and began shaking Brain mercilessly, but...to no avail. Brain just mumbled something about Alyssa Milano and rolled over.

At least he was alive.

For countless hours, Heart and Fingers worked at stirring Brain. Heart even marched around banging cymbals and drums, while Fingers resorted to splashing Brain with water. However, it was becoming very clear that Brain had, simply, reached his limit. He was not going to wake up, until he was fully recharged.

For whatever reason, Brain was done!

With this reality standing before them, Heart and Fingers decided that they would soldier on and complete the task without their good friend. But, despite their good intentions, all that they could muster was this:

:)

You see, without Brain guiding, Fingers simply couldn't put the cries of Heart into anything intelligible.

Brain ended up sleeping for what seemed like an eternity...only longer, but eventually Brain's waves did resume "waving". Sadly, it was too late.

Brain was now pumped and energized, but so much time had passed, that Heart was now completely drained and Fingers was painfully locked in the textbook typing position. There would be no blogging today.

Writer's block. It's a simple reality of life. It was bound to happen at some point.

I've just sat, for hours, infront of my computer, with nothing to show for it but watery eyes, from the hypnotizing glow of my computer screen, and white knuckes. In fact, my fingers moved so little that I think the letters ASDF and JKL: will be forever imprinted on my finger tips.

Oh...wait a minute. I just wrote a blog. Huh. How 'bout that. Good save, Brain! Welcome back.

Writer's block?...Whatever!

Have a good one,
Timmy