Reflections: Writer’s block strikes in the wee hours of the night

Well, they’re back.

Now, what, you may or may not ask, is or are back?

At 2:30 a.m., who gives a rip. I’m still up and trying to write this column.

I wasn’t sure what to write about, so saved it to last.

Obviously that means I am done with everything else.

Obviously that means I am just sitting here thinking about what to write, and nearly fell asleep. Oh, I don’t really think my thinking’s boring, but since I am what I term a mood writer, I honestly have to admit that at this time of the morning I’m not even in the mood for writing.

So, the end?

Not on your life. Or mine. If I have to be awake at 2:30 a.m., so should you be. I thought about that. I could call somebody, very likely you, and just ask if you have any idea what I should write about. I would hate to think of the response I might give to someone who called and asked me a question like that. Especially at 2:30 a.m.

I’d probably shout, “Are you nuts? Do you know what time it is?”

Now, if I were the responder, I honestly would have to admit that I must not be nuts, for surely I do know what time it is.

Time to hang up. Time to go back to sleep, but in my case, I can’t. Remember? I haven’t been to sleep yet, so I can’t go back to.

Perhaps if I could write an answer to that question I’d probably shout it first. You forgot? Are you nuts? No, forgetting does not necessarily mean you are nuts, but the question “are you nuts” is what you forgot.

I think.

I could answer that in my case. Surely I would like to say no. Maybe I’d have to say maybe. More than likely I’d say possibly. You might say probably.

Come to think of it, could be.

Who would be up in the middle of the night writing one more thing, instead of waiting until morning and writing it?

Me. Once I get this done, I can go to sleep and sleep in. Then again, I can’t. I have to get hubby up and run him into work and drop my stories and pix off at the office.

Or I can not get this done and sleep quicker. Then again, I doubt I could. I’d probably try to sleep quicker, but stay awake longer feeling guilty about not getting the last of my writing done.

So it appears, I should just go ahead and write something. Anything. Or nothing.

Maybe I’m doing all of the above. Now.

Whoops. Now I’d have a topic. I just heard a coyote howl. Double the numbers or move the howl. Actually, that brings about a thought. This ol’ pioneer woman just heard a coyooooteee howl, and she’s a not goin’ ta write about no critters no how.

Until next week, this is your ol’ friend sayinn nnnnnnnnnnnn …