I've been playing with the design of this blog. I'm not quite sure why--I think it started when I added my book covers to the sidebar. Suddenly, the layout didn't look right to me, launching me on a template hunt and customization exploration. When I left this blog last night, the template was primarily black, which I didn't like this morning. My art blog is black. Too much black. Not enough bright. I need bright colors. I don't have to worry about that as much on my art blog because the paintings are colorful enough. And while I've got lots of photos on this blog, it's not dedicated to photos, necessarily. At the moment, it looks a little busy with all the pictures in the posts plus the sidebar images, but it won't always look like that. I am not sure why any of this concerns me. Perhaps I am just wasting time, trying to get back into writing mode, which has been eluding me.
This month marks one of the worst cases of writers' block I've ever experienced. I don't usually get writers' block, and it could be that because I am writing this entry and because I've been able to compose at least two short poems, I am not truly experiencing dammed-up thinking but instead overreacting to the spongy feeling I've got in my brain. My head doesn't feel right this month, even though I got my new book out. I've had a couple of ideas for blog entries and longer poems but can't motivate myself to clarify my thoughts. In fact, I've had a difficult time motivating myself to do anything. I still do what's necessary, of course, but it's like I am dragging an anchor around as I do it. And I am bored. Horribly bored. Almost debilitatingly bored. It's not that I am particularly unhappy. I'm not depressed, per se. I'm just a bit paralyzed, I guess.
This is not the usual kind of writing I put here. Tenacious Poodle is my more confessional blog (among other things). But maybe I've needed a blog change of scenery. Maybe a change of scenery in general would do me some good.
This month marks one of the worst cases of writers' block I've ever experienced. I don't usually get writers' block, and it could be that because I am writing this entry and because I've been able to compose at least two short poems, I am not truly experiencing dammed-up thinking but instead overreacting to the spongy feeling I've got in my brain. My head doesn't feel right this month, even though I got my new book out. I've had a couple of ideas for blog entries and longer poems but can't motivate myself to clarify my thoughts. In fact, I've had a difficult time motivating myself to do anything. I still do what's necessary, of course, but it's like I am dragging an anchor around as I do it. And I am bored. Horribly bored. Almost debilitatingly bored. It's not that I am particularly unhappy. I'm not depressed, per se. I'm just a bit paralyzed, I guess.
This is not the usual kind of writing I put here. Tenacious Poodle is my more confessional blog (among other things). But maybe I've needed a blog change of scenery. Maybe a change of scenery in general would do me some good.
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