writer's block of a sort

I have writer's block. I don't mean that I don't have ideas for writing my book, I mean that I'm so desperate for thinking of something to blog about I'm actually blogging about my inability to come up with a topic to blog about. Now that's just really stretching for something to write about, but I'm gonna go with it as I'm out of other ideas and I really feel like I need to write something.

Sometimes it feels as though I am allowed a limited number of words to use competently at any given time and that if I've successfully written a large portion of my book, say a chapter or two, my ability to come up with anything else to say seems to dry up. Saying that out loud (or typing it out loud, whatever) makes me think I am crazy(er). Rationally there's no limit to the number of words I can use competently, but rationality cannot always run my life. We humans are prone to superstitious behaviors and other irrational thinking; it is a part of our very nature. It's why people in general tend to believe in ghosts, spirits, and gods. So for some reason, after writing a lot of something I then have a hard time writing anything else.

So then, you might ask, why am I trying so hard to come up with something to write about as I am here? Because supersitious nonsense isn't allowed to run my life, and the easiest way to break a superstition is to break it. I'm allowed more words to write than my nutball brain seems to believe, and the more I type here the more I prove that. Excepting, of course, that if there really is a limit, I am fast approaching the end of that limit with this very blog post. Or perhaps that my limit increases with time away from the original plot and I am busily respending all my word allowance in a futile attempt to convince myself that I don't have a word allowance. Never underestimate your brain's ability to undermine everything you want to do with ridiculous crap like this.

I don't really believe that I'm limited in what I can say in a certain period of time any more that I believe that in wearing my red socks I will do better in Wii Bowling because I got that 204 that one time I was wearing my red socks. (note: I don't own red socks) Sometimes I think I just need to jumpstart my writing by just writing something, anything, good or bad, just to get my fingers moving and my mind rolling. Theoretically that's what my other blog was supposed to be, a nice sandbox in which to write whatever to keep me moving along, but in the end my urge to keep to continuity was too strong to overcome. Start a third blog that's an actual sandbox? Hmm... No. I can hardly post enough to two to be remotely interesting.

In conclusion, I like spoons. And writing. Both are an outlet of something. What I'm not entirely sure, but hey, if it works, it works, and it works, so I'll let it work at whatever work it is it works at. Clearly coherency isn't high on that list of what it works on.