The Nonsensical Journal

But then what? That’s always the question no matter how dull or how entertaining mortal days are… perhaps even immortal, I wouldn’t know… or maybe I will, I’m still only 33 quite a long way to go before I know if I’m immortal, adversely it won’t be too long before I find out if I’m not…

I haven’t been able to write for a few months now, with the exception of a few lackluster moments here and there… writers block is vicious, it’s psychological impotence exposed to the whore of creativity, making you cringe when you utter or think of the notion, or even the word creativity itself… it regularly annoys me when people self-declare themselves creative, it’s a rather pompous attitude I think.

I’m not creative, I’m just a writer (failed) and anything written that is creative or resembles creativity is purely coincidental.

Writers block is malicious due its inherent nature which allows you to lead an expedition on where it might stem from. This is dangerous because it might, and almost always does, lead you to discover your current reality. Consequently this action leads to the deceptively slow rapid collapse of that resilient wall of denial you have so industriously put up.

Before you know it you have a bottle of Gin in one hand, and a shotgun in another ready to meet your maker way before your expiry date…  and I do mean way before it, you can extend a couple of days if you’re stored in a fridge.

Okay, perhaps that was an extreme, stop being such a melodramatic queen… Kings don’t get melodramatic, they just get really angry and chop people’s heads off, start wars and such… sometimes it’s over a Queen though.

This wall of denial has efficiently protected you from the dull reality of your humdrum life. Anyone who has a nine to five life sentence knows that life slips into a horrifically comfortable routine… this is what writers block exposes, and all it takes is one tiny chip at the wall and cracks start to rampage and ravage at its imaginary foundation.

Now I’m not saying life is a monotonous, routine stricken, repetitive, tedious, droning, mind numbing, dull, grey bleak sickly autumn toned cycle… but I could be momentarily stuck in one.