Where’s the Biff?

It has not gone unnoticed that I have not posted anything for many weeks.

And when I say that it has not gone unnoticed, I mean, of course, that it has gone largely unnoticed. 

I didn’t even notice it myself until just a few minutes ago when a vague, uneasy sensation began to come over me, not unlike a tainted burrito purchased from the trunk of someone’s ’73 El Dorado Cadillac in the parking lot of a truck stop out near the county line.  

It was then that I realized it has been over 5 weeks since I posted anything.

In my defense, Christmas took up a lot of my time.  As did the Covid scare.   And my job.  And a general lack of anything to write about. 

Oh, and did I mention the complete loss of my will to write?  That may have played some small part in the absence as well.

I am not alone in this.

There has been a veritable pandemic of writer’s block sweeping across the land.  Or maybe it was just my living room. 

All I know is that, outside of signing my name to a few Christmas cards, and sending out a few uninspired emails at work consisting solely of the letters “FYI”, and writing “wash me” in the dust on the rear window of an SUV (not mine), I have written next to nothing.

It was not for lack of trying.  I sat down many times at the keyboard to write something.  But my brain was as blank as the inside of a sensory deprivation chamber.  Maybe even more so.  At least in a SDC you can hear your heartbeat.  All I could hear was the mocking sound of the fan in my laptop pretending to keep a CPU cool that was doing nothing more challenging than flashing a cursor in the upper left corner of a blank Word document.  That’s hardly worth turning on a cooling fan for.  In fact, it was hardly worth turning the computer on for. 

And though I like wallowing around in self-pity and lethargy as much as the next guy (he’s standing right over there if you want to ask him yourself), the time has come to shake off the dust, clear away the cobwebs, and once again, like Sisyphus, to begin pushing this writing rock up the hill.

I have a good feeling about it this time.