They say confession is good for the soul, so in the interest of healing my inner spirit, here goes:
I confess that I seem to be stuck in a rut where writing is concerned. You may have noticed that I have cut back on my posting; where I used to write a new post every day I now only come up with material 5 days per week. And one of those days, Saturday Silliness doesn't involve original material; I share jokes and cartoons that have come my way in hopes of giving you, my readers, a chuckle. And then there's Silent Sunday, when I just post a favorite photo. That leaves 3 of 5 days to come up with something creative.
The question is: Where did that cleverness and wit go? What happened to it? Will I ever be that inspired again?
Am I the only one struggling? Does anyone have any suggestions as to how to recover my writing mojo? Is there a magic writers' brew I could imbibe? Come to think of it, several outstanding writers were alcoholics--maybe some serious drinking would help! The only trouble with that theory is in summer heat, alcohol only makes me hotter---and not in a sexy, sultry kind of way; in a more in a sweaty arm-pit, hope-my-deodorant-holds-up-I-need-a-shower kind of way!