Monday, June 22, 2015

I'm Playing Jeopardy and Losing

I haven't written in a month.


I don't know why. I don't know why I don't know why I don't know why.

I'm making promts and getting annoyed when no one writes about them even though I'm not doing it myself. I literally run a creative writing blog. 

Why aren't I writing?

I don't know. I wish I could say I had too much pain or too much happiness,
But I can't.

I'm just here.

Breathing. Typing. Sitting in summer school math class thinking about how ironic it is to write a poem about not being able to write.

But that's life.

I should be thinking about parallelograms and the pythagorean theorem. About where x is and how not to divide by zero. 

But x ran away from home because her parents didn't approve and a squared plus b squared can't equal c squared because c didn't come to class today and I noticed

I don't know. I don't know I don't know I don't know.

I feel like that guy on Jeopardy who doesn't know the answer to a stupid simple question and everybody's yelling at their screens saying 'THE CAPITAL OF CALIFORNIA IS SACRAMENTO, YOU IDIOT!

I wish I had the answers. I wish I could help more people. I'm winging it. Everybody's winging it. They all say fake-it-till-you-make-it and I'm trying dammit, I'm trying

I don't know.

I'll go with Sacramento. 


  1. I was just there. thank you for running the underground, its bringing me back.

  2. This is great. The summer school and the math and the c who didn't come to class and the jeopardy. This was present, this was now. I love it.

  3. Heavens yes, writers block. And I want to write about the prompts, but when I sit down to do it, my mind goes blank.

    But thank you for underground. I'd be lost without it

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