Alan
Haber:
August,
2004
Silence is Golden,
or Quiet, Please! The Writer is Idling
Last month, I wrote about my decluttering
mood. I'm still fiercely pruning the knicks and knacks, but
I fear I've gone too far, for I seem to have tossed something
I am now in desperate need of-something to write about.
Those of you who know me know I'm rarely
bereft of subject matter, fodder for my rants, both written
and spoken aloud, but I seem to have hit an impasse. Perhaps,
hidden between an old book on Crowded House and a microwave
cookbook, my old kit bag full of topics ranging far and wide
has made its way to a new home, leaving me with straws to
grasp at, no topics to tickle in the hope of arousing a point
of view.
I've been working at this column for two
weeks and
nothing. I've heard some music I liked recently;
I could write about that, but that's not what this column
is about. I've seen a movie or two I really liked, been watching
old You Bet Your Life TV shows with Groucho Marx, and I really
love those, but I'm not going to write about them here. As
I said, I've been pruning the collection, but I've already
written about that. Nothing like repeating yourself to draw
in the crowds.
This has really been bothering me. My deadline
looms, I start feeling the pressure. I want to write-I love
to write!-but nothing comes. I'm finding it's really easy
to type gobbledygook on these computer keyboards, but who
are you going to get to make sense of it? Do you know how
hard it is to get a translator on short notice?
My wife, who is far more intelligent and
perceptive than I, says not to worry, it'll come. But what?
What will come? I say that I have to get this column written.
I've got a deadline. She says, who says you have to write?
Who says you have to push yourself? Give yourself a break.
She's right, of course. I have a friend,
who I haven't seen for years, who works at a desk job during
the day and watches TV at night, and that's about it for his
daily activity. He's happy with that. So am I, frankly, although
in my life music replaces the TV part of his regiment most
of the time. I don't really have to write, do I? I mean, the
world isn't going to spin off its axis if I don't put fingers
to keyboard, will it?
No, of course it won't. My wife is right.
This isn't going to cure cancer. In the strictest sense, I
don't really need to do this.
Or do I? No, my dear, I'm afraid I do. Lately,
I've had a lot on my mind, but you're not going to read about
any of it here. Nothing is easy for those living under this
roof. But that's none of your business. (Sometimes I wish
it wasn't any of my business.) But what I will say is that
it has been killing my motivation. I've got all this stuff
I want to do, and no oomph to push me to do it.
So, I've got to believe the oomph will come,
and this writer's block will pass. There's a lot going on
in the censorship arena-those wacky DJs Opie and Anthony,
who got fired by Infinity for being wacky DJs are going to
XM satellite radio to spin their nefarious tales at a subscriber's
premium. And Howard Stern, who has spit back in the face of
his ex-employer Clear Channel by getting back into some of
the markets they fired him from, will surely belly up to the
satellite bar when his current contract is up. I really want
to write about that, because I have a lot to say about satellite
radio. The words, sadly, just won't come.
Well, enough so-sad-about-me tears. Apparently,
things are already looking up. I mean, I just realized that,
in writing about not being able to write, I've written something
and made some sort of point, however murky. So, perhaps there
is hope. Pray for me, won't you, or, at least, shove some
words into my mouth. It's no fun being the only temporarily-benched,
opinionated motor mouth in town.
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