Paralysis: Part I – Stranded
I’m going to riff here. It’s been a while since I’ve posted and if I’m being perfectly honest, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything at all (songwriting doesn’t count, it’s a different beast for me entirely). A strange thing has been happening every time I sit down with a new idea. Nothing. The engine seizes and like that, I’m rolling to a stop on the shoulder of some god forsaken lost stretch of highway with no clue how to get the machine running again. I don’t even know how to pop the hood. Did I ever mention that I don’t have a handy bone in my body? Another truth–I’ve never been in this place before. I don’t recognize the countryside. The air here is different—heavy and overwhelming. Talk about a wrong turn. In the past, I’ve been able to work through any creative block. This is different. February had been a particularly trying month—deaths, illness, loss of beloved pets. What started as a tingling in my inspiration and motivation has progressed to full on numbness. I don’t think they’ll have to take my legs—yet.
Now, don’t despair. I’ve been editing older material, and suspect I’ll put something out there before long. But I haven’t written anything new since December.
I need to explore my head, figure out how many goons have tied up and locked away my muse, and then take them out one-by-one. The fact that I’m writing a blog post is a good first step. And believe me, it wasn’t easy to get it started. But once I got it rolling…
Maybe there is hope for me.
I intend to share the journey.
This is my attempt to rediscover the discipline to turn my inspiration into words.
The hood is open, my sleeved are rolled up, and I’m peering in. The sun won’t set for a little while—here’s to hoping I can get this tin can running before it does.
(image by rocco.degiacomo)