Writer's Block

Ever since garnering the staff writer/blogger gig over at INFUZE, I've had this notion that I ought to be writing more. In fact, even before that, I've wanted to be writing more. Day after day I have ideas spinning through my noggin, many of which I don't even latch onto for lack of a pen to write it down at that fleeting moment or simply because that dreaded four-letter-word rears it's ugly head: work. Either way, I've felt like somewhat of a writing failure as of late.

For someone who fancies their self a writer, not writing is, well, a big kick in the pants. Its not that I don't want to. It's that I can't. Times to write are so few and far between that I can't establish a solid rhythm or cadence to the process. All the writing books I've read and respected people I've talked to say the same thing, "Write often." This makes perfect sense if you're doing that sort of Romantic Age loner thing but how do you pull it off with two kids, a wife, and an uninspiring 9-to-5er? My only points available to write seem to come after all the kids are in bed and asleep (a very important point) and that's usually 9-9:30. Now, at one time, this would have been fine. I was a night owl, able to stay up till all hours of the night, wake up at seven wiping the sleep from my eyes, and head out to greet another day none the worse for wear. Those days are long gone.

I don't know. I need a sledgehammer to break through the wall...