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.

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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.

3 Responses to “Paralysis: Part I – Stranded”

  1. Viv Says:

    That was pretty damned eloquent, I don’t think you’re as far off as you imagine. Confidence, love. ‘Sides, anything you write will be worth waiting for. Maybe a fiction in 5 to get the juices fflowing?

  2. TeeMorris.com » Blog Archive » “You Can’t Give Up. You’re Not Allowed.” Says:

    [...] Rossi, the multitalented man with the flowing hair of awesome, began a series of posts called “Paralysis.” He’s working through a writer’s dry spell; and in “Part I: Stranded,” he went “All In” [...]

  3. holly Says:

    hey phil, no worries dude, nobody gets out alive……after my many wasted years on this earth i realized that at a friends funeral. You my friend are just like us all – sometimes we take that left vs. the right and end up in crap. We, your fans, were here……waiting…and it’s okay – we can wait a little longer. Once, in a past life, I was married to a songwriter type, after our first son was born, he didnt write a word for 3 years….then, when a crisis happened the flood gates opened….he’s not famous, only in his little circle of people is he even known…..you’ve accomplished so much, so fast, EDEN, Cresent, damn! You’ve done GREAT….its gotta be a hugh wall to climb so here’s the rope, throw it over and pull yourself up, were waiting for you on the otherside….We all have many lives during the 1 actual life we have, some lives last years, some only months, you know what i mean? Different habits, different friends, different jobs, whatever, all of a sudden life it different than it was the day before and there you are in your NEW life….When you get the itch then you’ll scratch it. I wish you happiness, luck and a wealth of love.

    Remember when you mom or dad would say, everythings gonna be okay? Well, Everythings gonna be okay!

    holly

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