On Log Jams And Union Busting

I look at the last couple of days and realize that I was in that dreaded space that all writers hate.

The block.

But for me it is more like this log jam. It isn't that I don't have anything to write about. It is that there is so much going on that I don't even know how to process it. Like all the logs coming down the river hitting that bottle neck, and not going anywhere. It is a supremely frustrating feeling.

Normally when this jam up happens, I chose not to write because all of the bullshit going on is so exhausting.

That was how I was all this weekend.

Just worn out. Tired of dealing with all of the drama. Just wanting to move on. Just wanting to sleep until everything has worked itself out. Not really an effective way to deal with problems. But you know. That is just how I feel. Like my mind has unionized, but against me.

There are all these thoughts going on up there. Then all of a sudden they sit down on the job. They won't come out, and they won't do what I tell them. And the only way to fix it, is some good old fashioned union busting.

But for my mind, and for my writing, that isn't yelling, or hitting myself in the head with a bat.

It is all about getting myself mentally loose enough to get some of that shit out. Not focusing on the bad, but getting busy with the good. Looking at dreams, and hearts, and subtle knives. All very fucking emo. But then that one good thing comes out. And then another and another. Union busted.

No excuse me while I go wax intellectual about some of the bullshit that is going on.

File under Virtue.