“When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed…[because]… I don’t have to prove that I am creative.”
–The Talking Heads (David Byrne) from the songs Psycho Killer and Artists Only
A fan of this blog sent a note saying they were glad that I am “writing again.”
Thanks Mom, but in fact, I am not “writing again.” If you don’t see anything posted here, it’s because I have nothing to say–period.
And I refuse to force it–no muse, no news. Why force uninspired verbiage on a world drowning in wasted words?
The biggest mistake is to think of yourself “as a writer” because that inevitably leads to the mistaken notion that “Shit, I’m a writer–I need to write something.”
Rather, there are people with something to say some of the time, and there are people who never have anything to say publicly, and the former is not any better than the latter, and no one–no one!–ever has something worth publicizing all the time.
If you have to force yourself to write something, imagine how excruciating it’s going to be for us to have to read it! And think of all the genuinely inspired writing that you could be drowning out by forcing your uninspired verbiage upon us.
So think of writer’s block as a muse of its own, a muse that inspires us to shut the fuck up.