this is not a blog post
it is a plea for helpI am offering a big fat prize to anyone who helps me out with this one. I don’t know what the prize is yet – maybe something that I love, that is actually mine, that I’ll give you so you can know I’m a real person –
IF you can help me.
You know how I love to write? Need to write? Do it in my dreams and in my imaginations? yes. yes. mmm. yes. I’m having a hard time with it, and it’s the strangest case of writer’s block I’ve ever seen. It’s not that words or the desire are blocked. I feel like I’m brimming with it all. I think my fear is that I’ll burst into such poetic rambling, that I’ll enter a rabbit hole and never come back. No. That’s not it either.
I don’t know, but this is what I need: a writing assignment. If you give me a writing assignment that actually spurs me to throw down some real writing or triggers me to pour out of that well I know is in there, then I’ll send you a prize. Tell me what you want to read, and I’ll twist it all up and try to surprise you, okay?
Until then, I might be forced, because I love my blog and you and the sound of clickety clack on the keyboard, to take stupid pictures of myself with a legal pad heart on my puffy sleeve. I might give you a step by step run down of how I made last night’s supper, or how I sat on my back side and talked Seth’s head off while he made last’s night’s dinner. I might start making up more rhyme-y things for the days of the week, like Sanctified Sunday, Maniac Monday, Too Terrible Tuesday, Wonky Wednesday, Thingy … well, you get the point.
Now, hit me, and I’ll announce the prize as soon as I know what it is, and you’ll know you’ve won, as soon as I credit you for something creative and ask for your address.
Who has my muse?