Lenore PlassmanGood old Writer's Block. I guess I am manic depressive, in a literary way. I am higher than the proverbial kite when a gig has hold of me. And bummed …moreGood old Writer's Block. I guess I am manic depressive, in a literary way. I am higher than the proverbial kite when a gig has hold of me. And bummed when nothing comes crying to me. I would say just forget about writing when you feel blocked. Instead, go to your mentors and study them, soothing that nagging cough in whatever medium you need. For me its Walt Whitman. For you it could be Maya Angelou. Just don't fret and stew unless of course you feel that dementia truly has you by the throat. Then you might want to find medical help, if you can remember where your car keys or bus pass was last put. (less)
Lenore PlassmanWhen I feel I am best at being a writer, I guess my ego is totally inflated and I can fly. Nobody can beat me up emotionally. I am free. Whatever is g…moreWhen I feel I am best at being a writer, I guess my ego is totally inflated and I can fly. Nobody can beat me up emotionally. I am free. Whatever is going on around me, let it be cause hey, I am not there. I am off on whatever trip the current writing gig has taken me on. Like drugs without the side effects. (less)
I start to type “Its an odd time of the year for me” then loop into what exactly is odd? If one of my hens were to lay a square egg, that is odd. Otherwise, what if this is just a natural state and stage; an in between time that occurs in the getting older process? (I realize that I started getting older the second I was born but you’ll truly appreciate what I mean when you hit sixty.)