Blog Fart Tuesday

11 Aug

Sweet Jesus, some one find the cure for Writer’s Block already.

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Whether it was the horrible (and when I say “horrible” I really mean “atrociously god-awfully pathetically dismally horrible”) writing of the Twilight Saga novels by Stephanie Meyer or the inspiring life story of John Grogan (author of Marley and Me), but I’m pretty sure that I’ve decided to be a writer when I grow up.

Well, you know, when I grow up more.

And hopefully write better ’cause this sounds like shit.

So when I’m all published and whatever (you know, it’s a really original idea for a blogger to have, dontchaknow), we can all just look back at this really poor grammar and whatnot as the “good ol’ days”.


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Seriously, my Writer’s Block is so bad, I can’t even remember what else I was going to write for my impromptu Blog Fart Tuesday.

Something better happen in my life soon… (knocks on wood that something GOOD will happen)

2 Responses to “Blog Fart Tuesday”

  1. Alida August 11, 2009 at 7:07 am #

    I don’t think I suffer from writer’s block. I think I have Empty Brain, a condition caused by sitting down at my lappy with the intention of writing brilliantly funny things, in which my brain empties of all coherent thoughts and I start to drool on the keyboard.

    Or maybe I’m just dumb.

    Here’s a good topic for you: Why you heart Seattle. More specifically, why you heart living in Seattle. More specifically, why you heart living in Seattle AND knowing that *I* live in Seattle. More specifically, why you heart living in Seattle AND knowing that *I* live in Seattle AND why I’m so great and awesome and humble.

    Or maybe write a bit about your first kiss and the awkward dates of your youth.

    Or about the fact that male giraffes taste the urine of female giraffes to figure out if the female is fertile or not.

    Giraffes are gross.

  2. Alida August 11, 2009 at 7:09 am #

    OH! And for real about stupid Stephanie Meyer. Crap writing. It was like reading the diaries of a poser goth back in high school.

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