Writer's Exhaustion

No, I'm not having a bout of that so-called writer's block; instead, exhaustion has finally taken its toll on me for the past several days. Every poem or article that I try to start seems lackluster. Oh, perhaps because I've been doing almost nothing but write and write all day and night before sleeping.

I was glad, though, that the "Dozen Verses" series that I promised to write every day without failure is still flowing and running; although, a few of the verses came out of my mind unwillingly...I weaved them into "decent" pieces anyway.

Anyway, I guess I need a break. In the coming days, I'll focus my literary energy to my readings. Yeah, I need to start munching all the new books in my collection; I might find in them new sparks of inspiration for writing. I'll also in the meantime finish first my lists ("MP3 Archive," "List of Books")—things too laborious and ponderous to make—things, I'm certain, I could not longer do when I finally have an actual work.

[To anyone whose preferred music genres include New Wave, Punk, Metal, and Alternative, you might want to check my still-growing MP3 Archive to see if I have something you don't have and wanted to have a copy; I'd be happy to send you an MP3 copy of it through your e-mail.]

In the meantime...the eLf will be in exile, finding literary inspirations.

For how long? I don't know....maybe days, weeks...but definitely not months...that would be too long.

I leave you all with the lyric of my current favorite song.

Sometimes You Can't Make It on Your Own
by U2
(How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb; 2004, Island)

Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough

You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

We fight all the time
You and I... that's alright
We're the same soul
I don't need... I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

I know that we don't talk
I'm sick of it all
Can you hear me when I sing,
You're the reason I sing
You're the reason the opera is in me

Where are we now?
I've got to let you know
A house still doesn't make a home
Don't leave me here alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own