I thought about going back and inquiring as to just how many times I had abandoned this blog. I decided that might embarrass me so much that I might re-abandon this blog in mid draft.
As someone who has been guilty of this infraction, I know the feeling all too well.
Many times Writer’s block comes while you sit and try to write one thing. It sits on the keyboard and swats away your inspiration like Mutumbo and then waves that long ET-esque finger at you.
Then it’s gone. What remains is the Stench of failure.
The SoF is the nagging suspicion that you are wasting your efforts. Sweating pools of blood that morph into subjects and predicates destined to be read by YOU.
and ONLY you.
Link it up and tweet it up and Market it all you like…No one reads it…So the next time, the burn to write is dampened.
The Stench of Failure has whooshed in and tempered the burn to write.
The Stench of Failure Pervades everything a writer attempts until he/she finds peace with his vocation/passion, in all its solitude and potential futility.
You don’t beat the Stench of Failure until you stop obsessing over BlogStats. The only blogs visisted less than my blog is my blog with no new posts in the past three months.
Calling it writer’s block shifts your focus away from the true culprit.
Blaming Writer’s Block for the work of the Stench of Failure is the equivalent of the FBI harrassing Richard Jewell and letting Eric Rudolf get away.
Stop worrying about page hits and write.
Stop tripping off how many comments you get and write.
Stop whining about how Click whoring Bloggers are ruining the game and WRITE.
And most importantly…
Stop eavesdropping on me when I’m writing blog posts to myself.