What is happening? Why can’t I get it out of me? There’s so much locked inside me And I can’t find a key There’s just one more song One...

Ya gotta fight, for your right ... to write.

No song yesterday / No song today / I’m avoiding something / What it is I can’t say.

It’s late / The day is spent / I lay and wait / For the sun’s descent / Another day / Gone up in smoke / What can I say / I already spoke.

I have all these ideas / But they don’t bloom when I plant them / It isn’t clear / If I should pursue them or abandon them

I’ve got so much that I want to say / I try to will it but the pen won’t obey / Looks like there’ll be no new song today.

I had to move on / Get a groove on / Put my shoes on / And walk away from the BLUNGE.

I try to be original I try my own ways / But there’s no way to avoid plagiarism or clichés / Just when I think I got a line that can’t go wr

Metadiscourse is useless, but that’s all that’s left / Once the muse has flown and left me bereft.

What’s going on? Where did all the inspiration go? What happened? What became of all the copious flow? For a while it was like the dam burst

You can procrastinate but you can’t escape / This is the craft you’ve made your own.

Some background here: Author/creativity teacher Julia Cameron, in her book Walking in This World—second book of The Artist’s Way...

Don’t philosophize Don’t editorialize Don’t formalize Just do it. Don’t journalize Don’t moralize You’ll only fossilize If you don’t just...