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Blog Bloggers BlockFriday, December 12, 2003It’s just like writers block. I haven’t been able to put finger to keyboard for weeks, for some reason. All writing, in fact, has ground to a halt - the book, the screenplay, the articles, Procrastizine, everything. The only thing I’m still doing is writing the Java Applet games, and one is about a week away from release as we speak. The writing block is cyclical, with periods of extreme confidence, when I send articles to newspapers and book extracts to agents, contrasted with periods of extreme self doubt, when I feel like deleting everything I’ve written and cringe that I sent all my friends that last article etc. This is natural. Okay, I know that many of you literary types may not like Limericks, but I just have to publish one here that I came across the other day. You know that Limericks are an English language form that go back as far as (possibly) 1300 AD, but at least to well documented cases of around 1600 onwards. Shakespeare wrote limericks in his plays, James Joyce wrote one, George Bernard Shaw, Robert Louis Stevenson, Mark Twain, Rudyard Kipling, John Galsworthy, Aldous Huxley, T.S. Eliot, W.H. Auden, Woodrow Wilson, and Queen Elizabeth I have all in fact penned limericks. So there. --- There was a young man of Eau Claire, Enjoying his girl on the stair; On the forty-fourth stroke, The banister broke And he finished her off in mid-air. 0 Comments: |
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