I was sat here, in my chair, with the TV on, and I was thinking what do I write about tonight, and nothing came to me, so I had writers block. But then I thought, I know, I can write about writers block. So at the risk of writing absolute rubbish (and who’s to say that isn’t the case anyway) here I am.
It’s a kind of frozen condition, absolutely nothing comes to the mind as a possible topic, then you run through a list of thing – or actually no, I don’t there is nothing there, so now I am just producing words to take up space. See absolute rubbish. We are waiting for an Asda delivery. I accidentally cancelled last week’s and so I ended up having to go to Morrisons for weekly shop. Oh well. I’d rather have the delivery.
This morning’s walk was quite pleasant. it had rained a little bit during the night. There was a fair bit of cloud around, but it was quite mild, I had a fleece on and it was just right. A good #Breakfastclub chat on the radio. I have the South East Hampshire Radio net tonight on 144.625Mhz. Let’s see how that goes. So then, how much of a writers block was that?