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Blank Screen Syndrome (now 'officially' known as BSS - I am determined to leave a legacy of some kind) is a terrible affliction and can affect anybody at any time in their writing career.

You sit, staring at the monitor, finding excuses to do anything other than the task at hand - writing. The monitor stares back at you. Devouring you slowly in a subtle, unnoticed fashion. At first, it gently mocks you. "See me?" it says. "I'm going to remain blank for the whole afternoon, and there is nothing you can do."

You may disagree. You may decide to prove it wrong by typing 'asdasdasd' on the top line. But it knows that, after a few minutes, you'll be slowly backspacing that literary placebo into non-existence. Asdasdasd is simply the homeopathy of the writing world.

Your BSS grows as the monitor whispers in your ear. taking control of, and augmenting the writing demons you already carried inside you.

"Look to your right. Do you see how fine the weather is?"
"Your phone hasn't pinged, but check it again."
"Why don't you get up and lean on the back of the chair for a few seconds. Stare at me from a distance. That will bring you inspiration, we promise!"

You listen to the lies and allow the screen to eat you up further. Without you realising, it is dehydrating you, sucking out the water from your body through your already heavy retinas. If you listen carefully, you can faintly hear the sound of slurping above the tiny whine of your laptop's cooling fan.

Once it is had its fill, the screen will start to eat the things around you. It is particularly fond of time. Moment by moment it will gorge on your time, slurping up seconds, munching on minutes, consuming the precious hours that you had set aside for your 2,000 daily words and leaving you tired, drawn and irritable, without a single key, stroked.

There are solutions to combating BSS. Methods that will enable you to fight this curse. The simplest one? Just write something. ANYTHING!

"Kat knew she was tired. The bags under her eyes felt heavier than the four, overstuffed plastic sacks
that she hauled slowly to the bus station."

It may not be good. It may sound like a rejected line from a questionable 1950s detective novel, and you will certainly amend, or even delete it later, but now you have a seed.

What did Kat buy? Has she just come from work or is it the weekend? Morning or evening? Does she love shopping or is it a necessary chore? Did she buy for a family? Her cats? Or does she live alone and has stocked up on chocolate, cheap ice cream and ready meals? Why is she using public transport and not her own car? Are they even bags of food?

Aha! Look at paths that you can now take in order to turn that searing blank screen into a four-percent coverage of black pixels. You have direction, some back-story, a location for the main protagonist. In short, you have won - banished those writing demons

For now...

The queen of jazz the Lady Ella Fitzgerald would have been 100 years old this week,

I hope you had a lovely Ester week end,
For myslef I planted a new rosé and cook for my dauther and Son inlaw
Walk good every one and have a good week where ever you are
One love..

I'm pretty much new to blogging. I hope you enjoy it. Hmm for some reason the powers that be won't allow me o post images using the Edge browser Now I'm back to using chrome and here's a picture finally.

I am in a very bad mood today..

My ex use to tell me that we men are wrong when we think of hunting.
The woman is a far better hunter than we men,,
She told me most of the time when the woman is hunting us men ,and We dont know what is happening ontill its too late.

Well anyway what is a good hunting ground
The supermarkt
Taking the dog for a walk

In the train
At a bus stop
In a café
At a festival
A concert
Tha Church
Only in the Church one must look out ,we might become the hunted..

Lets not for get that the Hunt is a game,if we are going on a frist date this also a hunt
So one must ask one slef How does one present one self for the frist time.
The frist impression..of the hunt

Great spirits have always
encountered violent opposition
from mediocre minds..
A.E.

Are we in connection with your spirit every-day. But then what are Spirits.
Do animals have a spirit,and what about the Trees do thay have a Spirit

Or could it be that spirits are an invention of the imagination..

What is your opinion?




We are now in season of lent...

What do we think about the God Neptune

Going to a party tonight from the God Bacchus,
Is there anyone here who would like to go to this party.

Week end