Let's all say it together now. Merrrrrr

I miss writing. I miss literary criticism, feminist theory essays, rhetorical analysis. I miss my pro-choice letters to the editor, even though 90% of them were never published. Sometimes late at night I even miss the rush of having one hour to complete a 16 page blue book.

Mostly, though, I miss writing long sweeping blog entries about absolutely nothing. The best part of keeping a blog is that I always have an outlet when I need to output random thoughts or experiences.

Right now, I am struggling with a severe case of blogger's block. It's frustrating because the stories are there. I have stories about new co-workers, about my unlikely friendship with the Kinko's clerk, of housesitting for my step grandma and dodging her alcoholic shut-in neighbor for two weeks. I have musings on working for "the man" instead of for the good of humanity, and a new torrent of feelings every day about the trials of long distance dating. I am confident that the material is available to me.

I just can't find the proper words or tone for any of the stories, and that makes me feel very... empty. Writing has always been a great stress-reliever, but now I find myself stressed at my inability to write with passion or purpose. It's a discouraging cycle, and I am left wondering when the spark will come back.

Clearly, there is a simple answer to this. I need a muse. Someone to fuel the blogger blaze. Any takers? (70-year-old hermits with lapsed AA meeting attendance need not apply.)