Playing with blocks

I'm blocked.

I have it. The writer's disease. I totally have writers block. I have been wanting so badly to post something. I mean, if for no other reason, so I'll have something new to read when I blog stalk myself. But I've got nothing. I even went to a blog prompt site again (I don't know why I keep trying, every time I do it turns out stupid) and tried to get ideas. 

I hopped on here and wrote like, a paragraph about sharks. Who freaking cares about sharks? Or my irrational fear of them- and the fact that there are some now living in the same valley as me. A landlocked valley were if it were to flood- they'd be swimming in the same pool as me? {shudder} But no one cares about that and it bores me to write about it.

The stuff I *do* want to write about, I can't. It either will offend someone- or drive people away and I'm just trying to gain a readership here, people. I'm trying to get more than my parents to read my blog!

When I was in college and I was blocked but had an assignment due, I'd just sit down and start blabbing on and on about nothing, and that's how my first book was written. Seriously. I'd spent weeks and weeks on an outline for this assignment- and within a matter of four hours I'd written something completely different, fleshed out and when I turned it in my professor said it was ready to go to publication as is. 

Yeah- that's what blocking used to get me. Now? Now I just sit here and blither on and still can't come up with anything. I have so much on my mind that I can't think a straight sentence. 

Have you seen Captain America yet? Sigh... it's even better the second time.

See? I'm all over the place. I'm like Dug. Squirrel! 

I can't concentrate on any one thing for very long... well, sometimes one thing in particular but then- squirrel!

Maybe I have spring fever? 

Maybe the sun gave me the power, 

for I could swim Loch Loman and be home in half an hour

Somebody help me put my brain to rest! There's not enough room in here for everything!!! I want to run, I want to sleep, I want to watch TV, I want to clean. I want to be selfish, I want to serve, I want to work, I want to call in sick, I want to read, I want to sleep, I want to visit with people, I want to be left alone, I want to act like a teenager, I'm determined to pretend I'm a grown up...

Too

Much