writer's block

I’ve decided that having writer’s block is akin to be constipated. You strain and you strain, but nothing of substance ever comes out.

Each time I sit down and try to write something, I end up opening a new window in Word and starting again. Nothing sounds the way that I want it to sound and nothing feels the way I want it to feel. I’m better off posting links to other people’s good writing until I can come up with some of my own.

In trying to write things down, I’ve come to admit some things about myself.

Number 1? I am truly a shop-a-holic. I wrote an entire piece about things that I want to buy this weekend from Coach, Lane Bryant and Steve Madden. I told Tiffanny that I had a dream about shopping in the Coach store the other night. She told me that I need a 12-step program if it’s gotten so bad I dream about shopping now. The fact that I like to shop is no secret to anyone, least of all someone who calls herself my “baby mama”.

Number 2? I need discipline. In trying to develop some sort of discipline, I wrote out a plan for tackling my new healthy lifestyle tomorrow. I plan to go to the grocery store and buy healthy foods (fruits, vegetables and whole grains). I plan to start carrying a lunch bag to work as opposed to eating at the various restaurants that surround my place of employment. I plan to go to the gym tomorrow night for the first time in months and do at least 30 minutes on the bike. I have low expectations, but you have to start somewhere.

Number 3? I need to change my attitude about work. I started to write about things that are going on at work, but then I remembered that people have gotten fired for writing disparaging remarks about co-workers so I put it in my personal journal instead.

You know, it’s really bad when you can’t think of anything good to write about.