The season of midterms is coming to a close, and of course I had a 10 page paper to write for last week, as well as a homily to write for the practicum class. Meanwhile, all I want to do is continue playing “Oblivion,” because why the hell not, right? I’m still going on with the game as the Elf-Ninja-Archer, and my stealth and marksman skills are through the roof. I am really liking the whole “hidden and launching arrows from the shadows” thing. Plus, I started stockpiling treasure. I have so many items — weapons and armor — that I am holding onto because even if I could sell them at 100% value to the vendors, there is the issue that most vendors cannot afford to pay my more than $800 at a shot, and some stuff is more than double that. Don’t get me wrong, my character is a (mostly) noble dude, but being a thief he is all about the shiny stuff.
Besides, a guy has to eat and have a roof over his head, right?
I’ve been enjoying the treasure hunting thing, as it also allows me to explore the world. I’ve said before (once or twice) that I love geography, and I have really come to love the fact that, although there are established roads, there are so many things that are out in the wild. That’s a pretty awesome thing, because it really opens up the whole of the world to explore. And I still have at least 3 or 4 more big ol’ towns to visit.
All this brings me back to the Writer’s Block. Honestly, the creativity in me has been dead since the start of the semester. Notice that most of my writing has been more ranty than creative, aside from the completion of a short story; even then, I have to admit that I am truly not satisfied with the ending, so maybe I can shoehorn in another chapter…? Or am I sounding too much like George Lucas? I mean, I want to complete the story, and if this was another platform, I would say that it is not about the money, but seeing as our upvotes are cryptocurrency…
And while I have felt justified in my rantings, since “Calm Down” and “Don’t Worry” are prominent societal issues, and I have my issues with Philadelphia on the whole… There needs to be more to my life than my rantings. The unfortunate aspect is that the only respite I have from the toils of academia has been “Oblivion” — quite ironic, given the name. The Writer’s Block has been troubling, as I have written some real slop for class lately. Nothing is coming to me, and while it might sound like I am griping and moaning about it, it is actually kind of refreshing not to have 800,000,000 ideas swirling ‘bout the insides of my skull.
But there is a dearth of inspiration as of late.
The only things that are coming up are things that would be a rehashing of the stuff I have written; for instance, I was sitting in traffic on I-76 to get back to NJ and I was easily inching along the blacktop, taking 20-30 minutes for what should have been a 5 minute jaunt. Nothing that you, my faithful readers, have not seen in my previous writings.
I’m stuck in the doldrums, really, with no real means to get out of the rut. And it is quite a painful rut, really, as there is something within me that wants to produce something good, something worth reading, even something worth the simple effort of a single mouse click.
I suppose something will break eventually, and when it does, I promise that you all will be the first to know. Until then…
