My Mouth is Full of Marbles, When I Write

ARGH! I can’t write anymore. I don’t know why. It’s pissing me off.

I think it’s the return to corporate speak since baking school. Too many long, crappy, meaningless sentences which frustrate rather than educate.

When I’m riding or out for a long walk the ideas flow easy. I can frame out four blog posts and three presentations while walking along Wascana Creek. But when I sit down to write it turns out as “bargle, bargle, bargle, blah, blah, blah.”

But there’s hope, I think. Naomi and James are helping me out. Go read their stuff. It’s clear. It’s direct. It’s concise. And for someone with a blockage between brain and fingers, it’s damned inspiring.

2 thoughts on “My Mouth is Full of Marbles, When I Write”

  1. I thought I would come over here and see what your family and friend get a slice of….besides probably thoroughly delicious bread. Same goes here for writing voice…blurg, spiffle, clunk sometimes. 🙂
    All best, Jan

  2. Hey thanks Janice! I’ve been enjoying your oil paintings as well over the past couple weeks. Thanks for stopping by.

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