I sent a message to my cousin Walsh. "I've lost it! Totally gone."
The phoned buzzed a few seconds later. "What? Was this for me?"
Oh crap! I sent it not to my cousin but to my Naked Neighbour. His number was next to my cousin's.
Me-:"Sorry. No not for you. Sorry."
NN-:"No worries. How are you?"
NN-:"Not bad. Would be better if I had more beer. So what did you loose?"
I tried again sending the message to my cousin Walsh, double checking this time.
Me-:"My muse. Gone! Have you been reading the fairy tale lately? I don't know what I'm doing, it's turned to crap and I need to talk."
Walsh-:"No, haven't had a chance with work. I'll check later. How can your muse be gone? I thought you were totally inspired by Mad Hatter and them?"
Me-:"Was. Now...nothing. It's like dried dirt."
Walsh-:"Haha! That would be dust."
Walsh-:"Well, maybe you just need to stop for awhile and write something else?"
Me-:"Why didn't I think of that? Oh right cause nothing is coming to me! At all. I tried that and got two sentences in an entire day. I can't go through writer's block again! Last time it was over two years with it and I can't..."
He went silent and I started flipping channels till I got to the Food Network. Just sort of zoned out and had a cup of tea, waiting. Writer's block has become an issue for me the way not having enough money to pay bills does for other people. It sends me into such a panic, and the longer I can't seem to break out of it, the more it weighs on me.
Phone buzzed again with a message from Walsh. "I think you should talk to him."
Me-:"Don't start. Did you read it yet?"
Walsh-:"No, will later. Facebook, Twitter..."
Me-:"Shut up! That's creepy."
Walsh-:"It's what it's there for. For fans to stalk their heroes. Haha!"
Me-:"You're not helping. I need inspiration."
Walsh-:"That would inspire me, talking to my favourite wrestler."
Me-:"I'm not you."
Fine, I'm a coward, a big coward. Big coward with writer's block.