J.J. Goodman: Writings, Musings and More

Writing is cheaper than therapy and I've had copious amounts of caffeine today.   (Oh crap.)   Yup. So, I know I haven't blogged as often this year as perhaps I have in years past. Be it a fuller social/home schedule, stress of work and workload, general lack of inspiration, or whatever other reasons, I just haven't been writing. I suspect that's going to change in the coming months and year or so ahead, as I experience a major life change with my anticipated candidacy for President of the United States.   (Yay! Congrat… wait, what??)   I jest of course, but I'd make a very great president, the best president, believe me. Think about it – instead of a border wall, I'd have a border ball crawl. If you can get through that, you deserve to be here. Make immigration fun again!   (There is something seriously wrong with you.)   Oh, my dear parenthetical heckler, this, I know. Alas, I am not running for president. ...

So, I've been having trouble finding my writing voice lately. When it comes to writing, there can be a myriad of reasons why a writer finds his or her inspiration lacking. For many, their writing is often born of a dark place within them. When they emerge from the shadowy, mental recesses, their creativity shrivels in the warmth that the light bears. Some have cited this as the reason for my literary silence as of late. While it's true that a good deal of my creative spark is born in darker flames, and that I have indeed been enjoying a happier existence these days, I honestly can't say that such happiness has particularly curtailed my creativity.   Stress, fatigue, distraction, and other priorities, all of which can be legitimate or misplaced, often cause a writer to set pen aside for periods of time.   So, what is it with me? All of the above, in parts? Something else entirely?   I honestly can't say.   And that bothers the ever liv...