An Attempt at Blocking Writer's Block

Let's just for a moment pretend that I had writer's block. And maybe this happened for about a month right as I was supposed to be working on four completely different and new stories--stories that are timely, stories that are being PUSHED. And while we are pretending let's just say I spent a whole bunch of money by going shopping instead of writing. So within this scenario, I think someone needs to be slapped. That someone being me.


Now, by saying this, I'm not totally admitting I had writer's block for a month and took it out on my credit card, but yeah, that's what I'm saying. So during this month of h-e-double-hockey-sticks, I experienced more "my-car-likes-to-die-at-the-most-inconvenient-times" dramas--one which happened to end in a speeding ticket I didn't deserve because two blocks earlier my car died and the speedometer went out. So as I'm spending valuable writing time at El Paseo dropping cash and opening new Banana Republic credit cards to get the discount, I'm also paying out the you-know-what for a ticket I don't think I deserve. All the while in the back of my head someone is screaming, "STOP YOURSELF! YOU'RE GOING TO RUIN YOUR LIFE!"


The fact that I lost my mind completely didn't change the desire to move home (My NYC, of course), it just made me keeping putting off what I needed to do to get there. It was like when I had my dad put away my credit card for a month, getting it back made me think I should use it "while I can" (I use the phrase loosely.).


Okay, and I missed one major detail: My editor keeps telling me that one of my stories is the most important of the entire tab for this event and what am I doing? Lusting after shoes?!!


So here's how it went down: I metaphorically slapped myself in the face and sat down to conquer the big one--the article that is soooo important. I got the audio, got the quotes and started to slowly piece that thing together. About a week later, it was finished.


Today it was on to story two--one on the President of the Cherry Festival Association. I met him for breakfast and we talked for about an hour. It was a lovely conversation and I'm starting to feel like I'm getting it back again.... or at least I've had enough coffee to think I've got it back again.


Next will be wrestling down a man notorious for being unbelievably busy. This all has to happen before my trip to Vegas next week.


So a message for myself (after I just spent all this time rambling about life in an effort to feel inspired):
GET YOUR BUTT IN GEAR!


The worst thing I could do is let myself get all "slumpy" again. I will not ruin my life! I will not rack up my credit cards! I will not lose New York because I'm sitting behind a smoke-screen of spending and procrastinating!


So as I sit here beside my recorder (which I am nothing without) and in front of my laptop, I have a fat, furry monster purring in my lap and I'm fighting with myself. The logical part of me says "Start--because you won't finish until you begin," and the weird, out-of-sorts writer in me says, "But I have to feel it... convince me that I do..." The trick is getting them to reason with each other.

The Itch That Never Sleeps

This is a topic I have covered many times over in this particular blog; yet isn't it interesting how so many things in life can go right, but I am still not satisfied? I have two jobs getting experience writing, I love working at Theory and getting free clothes, and I have somehow found a way to work things out with Starbucks for a while by working there very rarely. Everything seems to be falling into place, doesn't it? Not to mention my amazing boyfriend and everything I have put him through due to my own selfishness. I don't even have to pay rent because my parents are letting me live at home! I have such a sweet set up, yet I can't stop thinking about my move; for some reason, I just don't feel at home here.


Somehow it just feels like I am on a layover... the longest layover ever. It's like my life is being put on hold so I can wait to go home. I know it sounds pretty dramatic, but I think about the city everyday--every hour--every minute. I think about how my life would be there and no, I'm not so dim to think that once I get there it will be all peaches and pie. I know my life there will be full of long hours, tons of typing (if I'm lucky), and stinky public transportation; but I'm so in love with that place and everything it has to offer. I just can't wait for everything to change and my life to begin. I know I have a lot of steps to take still, but I feel like jumping as far as I can instead.


Even worse than the itch to leave is the itch to--you guessed it--SHOP. I swear, Spring and Fall are the worst times to try and save anything, especially when you work at a clothing store. I have given myself quite a bit of credit before about my abilities to resist a truly gorgeous shirt or dress, but my shield seems to have developed a peep hole which I choose to look through and find Barney's sale items and cheap, yet beautiful shoes from the mall. Now, I know I'll need a pretty solid wardrobe when I get to NYC, but for the love of God what is wrong with me? The more I buy, the more I will have to pack... and the less I can save. I guess sometimes a girl just needs an outlet... a Barney's Outlet, which happens to be conveniently located right around the corner from work. ;)


In other news, I have been given what has proven to so far be a difficult task: my editor sent me some story ideas for our local Cherry Festival and I can't seem to get a bite on anything! Now, I might be kind of busy with school and work and writing the reviews and having a boyfriend, but geez.... there has to be some time hidden in there somewhere. Maybe I'll just have to turn into the Journalist Who Never Sleeps working her but off to reach The City That Doesn't Either. (Don't judge my overuse of proper nouns--it's my creative right. :D That, and the smiley faces.)


So there you have it--my life may be busy, but I seem to be handling it okay. Except maybe those itches that just get harder and harder not to scratch.