hyblaean- Julie

hyblaean- Julie
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Chicagoish, Illinois, USA
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September 30
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40; army brat; bisexual... still living with my ex partner (uhm, it's complicated?); perpetually confused, which makes me look like i'm doing a ditzy act, but actually it's not put on; middle class in cash if not culture (freaking finally); INFP/INFJ; SSRI, lithium, nicotine lozenge and caffeine dependent. Driven to laziness, odd fits of needing to 'fix' things, subthreshold hypomanic moments of productiveness (rarely) and random weirdness (often). --------------------------- If you have regular suicidal thoughts, please try lithium. It's worth a shot and has worked wonders for me.

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OCTOBER 21, 2011 12:37PM

Do I have anything to say?

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nope, not a damn thing
where are my words?
where is the flow- the river of letters that swirl around my fingers as I lazily float along by?
the mesmerizing jumbled jungle of sounds that are a beacon
flashing on and off in this darkness offering the safety of dry land

nada
oh well.

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I know the feeling -- I've been there a lot lately!
Procopius
October 21, 2011 12:42 PM
it's the pits Steve, although a blissfully silent pit

Neil, not all of us have your lawyer skills (gills?) to ramble on at length.
hyblaean- Julie
October 21, 2011 12:45 PM
wow I know this one Jules...
rita shibr
October 21, 2011 12:45 PM
right there with ya'
sweetfeet
October 21, 2011 12:46 PM
Here's to those times we don't have anything to say. Or we do, but those damn words ran away again. I think they're hiding under the couch. Or maybe I forgot them at the office again. I swear to God, I should keep them on a bloody leash.
Man Talk Now
October 21, 2011 12:53 PM
I sooooo hear you. I haven't blogged since August, haven't written fiction since...I don't know when. Good luck. I hope your dry spell ends soon.
Maurene Brown
October 21, 2011 12:58 PM
Rita, no poems pouring out there either? :( that's a shame

Sweetfeet, I can't figure out of it's the lack of material or just the lack of will

Man wish my words would stay leashed. Those suckers are vicious some days.
hyblaean- Julie
October 21, 2011 12:58 PM
Thanks Maurene :D yours too!
hyblaean- Julie
October 21, 2011 12:59 PM
Poetically writing about writer's block? Love it. Niiiice one!
BTW you could always write about the Terrors of Crochet.
I, for one, would laugh... A LOT. And promptly invoice you for my chucklings, because my sides would hurt and the medical bills would stack up and us freelancer's have no health insurance.
Charlie Kazfranco
October 21, 2011 01:13 PM
You know I'm with you on this.
Owl_Says_Who
October 21, 2011 01:14 PM
This post kinda contradicts itself.
I mean, c'mon:

"a beacon
flashing on and off in this darkness offering the safety of dry land "
is pretty blazing writing!

read, is my advice.
that gets the ideas going.
James M. Emmerling
October 21, 2011 01:21 PM
Nothing to say? I hear you loud and clear on this one.
Stim
October 21, 2011 01:26 PM
your comments have stolen some good words from your posts maybe? but, look, here are a couple sterling line in your poem, and they have some!!

heh. nice to see you, girl.
femme forte aka candace
October 21, 2011 01:43 PM
You too, eh? More often than not these days I don't have anything to say. There are times I think I do, but then I sit down to write and... nothing. Sometimes things don't seem important enough for words, other times they seem too important, and still other times it's both at once.
nanatehay
October 21, 2011 01:54 PM
I learned today that when I resolved a personal issue, the words came back. I don't know if that applies to you...
Patrick Frank
October 21, 2011 02:17 PM
I understand completely.
I like that you just say so, and skip all the fluff (like I would do when I have nothing to say : ))
Have a good weekend!!
Just Thinking...
October 21, 2011 02:21 PM
"the river of letters that swirl around my fingers as I lazily float along by?"
Yep, that's it!
Also, sometimes these letters angstily drown inside.
fernsy
October 21, 2011 02:29 PM
Odd. I am very sure I favorited you a long time ago. What is up with that? Oh well, I favorited you again.
fernsy
October 21, 2011 02:30 PM
They're there but they're slippery. Sometimes you just have to lean over farther and grab them as you float on by. Get a net. They're waiting to be caught.
Margaret Feike
October 21, 2011 02:48 PM
It's just plain awesome. Picked me up off the dung heap whereupon I was cast by life's fickle willy nillyness.
Matt Paust
October 21, 2011 02:57 PM
Julie, have you ever thought about how profound and instructive your comments on the posts of others are? I have. Let that be enough until your muse returns. And it will. For sure. :D

Lezlie
L in the Southeast
October 21, 2011 03:02 PM
I got too much to say - all sorts of half-formed posts. Same end result, tho.
Myriad
October 21, 2011 03:15 PM
Not you again ...
;-)

Matt, "life's fickle willy nillyness" ~ consider it stolen :-)
Kim Gamble
October 21, 2011 03:20 PM
Like right now. . . .
Chicago Guy
October 21, 2011 03:29 PM
Short and to the point. I know how you feel.
Erica K
October 21, 2011 03:44 PM
Maybe it is simply time for listening ... for allowing ...
We're all here now. We'll be here then.
Time, Julie ... sometimes words will have their time.
Thinking of you and of wings that fly.
anna1liese
October 21, 2011 03:53 PM
I enjoy everything you say, and don't say. You have a knack for brevity and you speak volumes with a word or two sometimes...
Linnnn
October 21, 2011 04:35 PM
You are such a dear person that even your brief expression of the truth (writer's block) is a treat!

I just pry out something old and beat it up with a baseball bat. Let's call this "distressed writing". ha ha !
zumalicious
October 21, 2011 04:46 PM
great prose. great poem. great words.
fingerlakeswanderer
October 21, 2011 05:13 PM
My words last night wouldn't allow me to fall asleep!! PFFFFT!!!! :(

RATED!
Tinkerertink69
October 21, 2011 05:58 PM
Lovely, Julie. Lovely Julie.
Lainey
October 21, 2011 06:57 PM
For not having any words, these are lovely. ~r
Joan H.
October 21, 2011 07:36 PM
Oddly, you admitting it sounds a lot better than the stuff people can't admit wasn't worth writing. Keep it up?
Oryoki Bowl
October 21, 2011 09:55 PM
Oh, yes.

BTW thanks for your comment on my bully post.
Z W
October 21, 2011 10:21 PM
Julia, I am there w you...."
Gary Justis
October 21, 2011 11:42 PM
This resonates...you write the angst of it exquisitely.
Mimetalker
October 21, 2011 11:47 PM
wow.
Thank you! I really appreciate the support and encouragement.
hyblaean- Julie
October 22, 2011 12:59 AM
Sometimes when I need to see in the dark, I close my eyes and strain to see into the black backs of my eyelids. When I open my eyes I can make out details that I couldn't before. It's a brain/iris thing I guess. Just sayin'. Good luck.
Jeff L. Howe
October 22, 2011 04:08 PM
You hit on something dreaded at the core of all writers!!
Amazing what you conveyed in so few words....
Susie Lindau
October 22, 2011 10:02 PM
{taps foot} {taps foot} Still no new post here? {Haruuumphs}
Fine, but at least you could offer hors d'oeuvre and a tasty beverage while I'm waiting. {storms off!}
Charlie Kazfranco
October 22, 2011 10:20 PM
I've had plenty of days like that. And when I *have* had something to say, lately more of it has gone to lobbying on bike and environmental issues. *sigh* Not enough words to go around.
bikepsychobabble
October 23, 2011 03:18 PM