The Mother of all Writer's Bloc Buster Blogs - Vee Bdosa's Blog

As I sit hIer at Fort Dix New Jersey, The Colonies we call the USA, I am wondering about the price of uggrading the Kensington Palace, I think it is callled the Kensington, it was  repoertedly i=about 84 million dollars US. I don't know how mamy pound that is, but I bet it is a fe tons of cash. 

Anyway, Where I am now is a mess. I am a busy person and being so, I am also a messy person, there is stuff all around me, it is everywhere. If there is a flat surface anywhere, including the floor, I have stuff on it. But I now exactly where it is and exactly where to find it, so everybody uust better leave my stuff alone or I become very irritable.

Just a few minutes I was sitting her just doing nothing, my new laptop on my lap, where they are supposed to be, but not really dong anything. I was of the blank mode of mind status and could not even think of my own name to write. Suddenly, my wife walks in and looks around, and suggests that since I am doing not much of anything, I should clean up my mess a little because we are having company this afternoon and they might want to see my studio. See my stuff. See my mess.

My immediate response waa to begin typing something, anything, and that I was way too busy with a new blog that I had to get out today. I just had to do it, and that is how I break writer's bloc, it works every time, and that is precisely how I wrote this very blop. 

I think she knows I am in a state of writer's bloc, and this is what it takes to get out of it. Works every time and I may even write a new poem and a song today. And I hope our guests enjoy my mess, if they come into my studio and can find a place to sit without disturbing my life and stuff. I am so busy, I will not even do a spell check on this one. Move on.