Play Misty For Me

I had my first ever experience with writer’s block this weekend. A terrible affliction, not unlike being constipated. It wasn’t that I couldn’t write anything, the words just got stuck.

Bearing in mind the crappy week we’ve had in the financial world, I desperately wanted to write something humorous, uplifting, something to warm the cockles of pickled bloggie hearts (and doesn’t that conjure up a lovely warm ‘n’ fuzzy image on this fine Sunday morning?) But no. The blank Word doc stared back at me. I had nothing. My brain was as dry as last week’s beef roast.

So what do you do if your inspiration has left the building?
Why, you do anything you can think of to get your creative juices flowing again. Whatever it takes: reading the Financial Times (actually that’s probably the most depressing thing I can thing of at the moment, so scrap that idea) coffee, baking cakes, cats (no, not baked…I like 'em fresh ‘n’ furry) or maybe even playing blues guitar (exceedingly badly) in the fog whilst the autumn leaves fall around you…weird therapy, but it works. I like fog.

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Pretty garden, huh?

And yeah, I kept my clothes on for a change. Bummer, eh? Don’t worry, it won’t last. Probably.