What is a writer to do when he or she lacks a muse? Here I sit, writing about my lack of things to write about for lack of anything better to rant on. I suppose I could speak of life or love or death or some other philosophical (and/or depressing) topic, but what would be the point in that? No one wants to read another emo-kid rant, or another genius rant, or another damned poem/song/piece of a novel that will never be finished. However, knowing what not to rant on still gives me no muse. Here I sit in my grandparents house with no more to say than would a saint at confessions, writing to no particular audience (for I'm sure I don't exactly have avid readers intent upon getting their hands on every work I produce) and I feel rather foolish. Nonetheless, I believe I have located my muse, for in my lack of topics, I have created a new sub-genre of the rant. I call it: Writer's Block.
conceptually_concrete · Fri Dec 12, 2008 @ 01:06am · 0 Comments |