The Heartless Bastard

Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been dumped. Abandoned. Hung up and left to dry. Oh sure, he and I have had our tense moments, our ups and downs, and he usually comes back. But this time he’s been gone too long.

Yes, it’s true. I’ve been dumped by Creativity.

It’s not like he’s never left before. We’ve had our falling outs. Nights of anger where he steadfastly refused to give me any inspiration. Times where I swore angrily at the computer screen, spitting chardonnay in every direction (and yes writers, invest in screen wipes, trust me on this). But this time he’s been gone for months.

I’m pretty sure he hasn’t left me for another because, from what I hear on the writer street, everyone’s creativity has run off. Social unrest, horrible politics and oh yeah, that pesky global pandemic that won’t go away are causing mass panic which ultimately drives creativity away. Still, although I’ve sympathized with many other writers, it still doesn’t hurt any less.

I’m still holding out hope for the dog to come crawling back. I mean, just by writing the first blog post I have in months, means there’s still hope for a reunion, right? But just in case, I have a back-up plan.

I’m going to grab that heartless bastard and bring him back to me. Honey, hell hath no fury like a writer scorned – especially when that writer is strung out on stress, wine and Skinny Pop popcorn.

So look out Creativity, cause when I find you again…you are MINE.