You know that scene at the beginning of “Throw Momma From the Train” where Billy Crystal is sitting at his typewriter and despite his every effort he remains unable to write a single line for his new book? He just keeps repeating “The night was”¦” over and over again until he suffers a mini-meltdown, and near the end of the movie Momma’s mockery of his writer’s block fuels his feeble attempt to kill her. Well, I kinda feel like that now except I don’t have anyone to throw off the back of a speeding train.
I suppose I’m just exhausted from driving and traveling, but I get frustrated when I’m unable to write something spontaneously.
I watched the making of “Get Shorty” today and Elmore Leonard explained how he never experienced writers block during his fifty-three years as a professional writer. I cried inside a little bit when he said that.
I’ll get some rest, and tomorrow you can expect a funny and thought-provoking post, quite possibly some Leftovers, and maybe some funny pictures as well.
Unless of course, my cousin Patty shows up.
Which would be weird because I don’t have a cousin Patty.