How many posts does it take before I run outta things to write about? About 20. That's where I am at right now. Writers block I guess, when I have writers block it seems like I will never think of anything worthwhile again. But I doubt that will happen. If I live right and sit here every night for as long as it takes to capture a few words, it will pass.

I can think of lots of things, but I am attempting to focus on positive things to say and creative ways to say them.  There's the rub.  It may take a few more days for something good to build up in my mind but it will happen.  When it does come tome I will be ready to scribble enough of an idea down somewhere and unpack my scribbles when I get home.

In the interest of me avoiding the repetition I normally fall into, I will stop here for a moment and relax and even meditate on the meaning of "good writing and creativity." I will take seriously a pass-time of poetry held by saints and drunkards alike. The muse of poetry doesn't discriminate against those who seek its inspirational phrases. Like nature itself, the writing of poetry is immune from character judgments imposed on the poet. In many cases the poets harshest critic is himself.

Madness often accompanies the really good poets to the grave. I am familiar enough with the concept of madness and mania that I a don't need to go chasing around my subconscious mind looking for that ugly hobgoblin.  Only sometimes I get curious and impatient and do just that.  What I might find I have little idea, but I describe to you what is there when I stumble across such challenging images as my mind conjures in the dark during the sleeping time when my breathing has become automatic and my eyes just start to flutter under my tired eye lids.

There are two things I write about: the story and the between story narratives.  This would be the later, but I hope to avoid too much of this kin do chatter.  It is just my way of whistling in the dark until the sunrise of a creative piece breaks the horizon.