Nothing to say

I suppose it's only natural that I should hit a dry spell, after writing a book in eleven weeks. Went to the writers' room with my notebook today, found myself writing things like, "I want another piece of candy," and "I am bored." Obviously, I had nothing to say, so I packed it in and came home and went back to work printing copies of the manuscript, writing cover letters, doing a bunch of other administrative stuff I let slide over the past few weeks. Looked at the blog, wished again that it would post to itself. Not even an original thought.

Still, I have the desire to write. I'm not inspired at all, I have nothing worth communicating, and yet I still feel like I want to communicate. It's weird -- it's like being snacky, wandering around the kitchen opening and shutting cabinets. What do I want to eat. What do I want to say. I don't know, but something.

What is it that compels me? Anxiety? Boredom? Habit? Probably habit. Like running. I'm afraid if I don't do it for more than two days in a row, I'll never do it again. But I mean, when the guy said, "A writer writes, always," I don't think he meant literally always. At some point, the writer has to shut the fuck up and listen, right? Otherwise the writer has nothing to write about. Which leads to entirely circular and unneccessary posts like this one.

It's like the opposite of writer's block. Writer's sphere? I'm in a writer's hole.

Rejected topics for this post:

1. FDA approves Plan B for over-the-counter sale; I take sole personal credit for having hectored them non-stop for the past four years.

2. My annual birthday sneaker purchase -- white linen Pumas with a gum sole. Nobody cares but me; I however care enough for six or seven people.

3. I am every bit as cute as Marisha Pessl, so why the fuck isn't everyone complaining about how I only got my book deal because of my looks?

Okay, I think I've made my pointless point about not having a point.

Comments

[snafooey]

You're *way* cuter than Marisha Pessl - your cuteness runs circles around hers.

[Lisa]

Not only that, but you have new shoes. I'd love to hear more about the Pumas.

[sasha]

you are way cuter. why is her mouth open like that?

also: i fell asleep and missed my second dose of plan b. do i go ahead and buy another packet and take a third one 12 hours after the second one? will my uterus explode?

[Kathy]

Your "unnecessary" posts could be my life, minus the book and the really cool Pumas.

[Kyria]

Woah. Is there a better picture of her around? Um, she's not exactly... um. Maybe this a relative "cute" in the same way that conservatives think Ann Coulter is "hot."

Of course, people *do* get book deals for being attractive, I just... I bet she's very talented, is what I'm saying.

[Kyria]

Also, it shows where my head is when the only thing I took out of that article was "Why did this query charm the agent? They should really expand on that..."

[Stephanie]

Please, Janice. Marisha Pessl is a hideous troll compared to the sublime loveliness and absolute adorableness that is you.

[Stephanie]

Please, Janice. Marisha Pessl is a hideous troll compared to the sublime loveliness and absolute adorableness that is you.

While I still agree with my above statement, and always will, I am wondering if that last "is" should have been "are." Well, I'm too tired to figure it out. Nighty, night, cutie pie.

[glowlita]

dear lord, what they said.

marsha marsha marsha = martian martian martian.