Are you there Mojo?

Hey Jet! is that my MoJo?

Are you there Mojo?
Have I got it back?
It's been nearly two years now since I started to lose it and for the past year I almost totally forgot that it ever existed.
I only blogged twice.
In a whole year!
Of course I didn't quite have total writer's block, I still wrote.
But not for fun.
Not just free writing for the hell of it.
Why did it happen?
Still not quite sure.
Did I just get bored? I don't think so; I just couldn't write. All these words and images and sentences got stuck in my head and they couldn't or wouldn't come out. The just repeated themselves over and over and became like sticky mud that I couldn't wade through. I attempted to write - I hate attempting anything. I wanted to do!
I tried so hard but then it all fell apart - a bit like me.
The harder I tried, the more ridiculous the words sounded as they splashed on the page.

Higgledy piggledy 

splish! splosh! splash!

They didn't make much sense and then I got angry and frustrated and I thought:

Give it a break.

Give it a rest.

Slow down.

And then life whizzed by and I thought about it, and thought about it, and then slowly started to  write again.

Not for me but for others hoping, praying and crossing my fingers that by doing so I would find my voice again.

It's a bit rusty.

Not sure how it sounds.

But willing to write again  however it sounds is good enough for me!

Where’s it gone?

OK own up where is it? I know I had it briefly yesterday but for the life of me I don’t have it today. I truly believe I have writer’s block. Yes, I know I’m writing here but I cannot seem to be able to write my usually “upbeat” and “hilarious” take on the past year that I do for the annual round robin to all my friends and family.

In fact every time I think about it I get stumped and nothing happens. This literary paralysis is also seeping into my work. It took me four days to write 500 words and even then it was a load of old tosh.

I just cannot get enthusiastic. I don’t seem to be able to grapple with the English language to force out even one tiny sentence. In fact what I do manage to do is bore myself to death within seven words…it does not bode well especially when I realise that those rellis and mates in the outer reaches of the world just will not hear me in time for Christmas as the posting dates have come and gone. See ya OZ you won’t get my words of wit and wisdom until next year at the earliest. Aw shucks US of A it will be mud season before I thaw…

So it looks like all there will be is an empty card and I have a feeling that will just not be Christmas for my fans. How will I face them for Boxing Day Drinks? Will I get cold shouldered at New Year? Tune in for the next scintillating episode…

PS: ThinkingSlimmer: Not a good day. Felt ravenous today but managed to curb the excesses. Frayed a bit at the edges. Put it down to serious stress which I will get my head round tonight and write about tomorrow…