The words I want to write, I shouldn’t. So the words I want to write, I won’t. But the words I want to write, are the only words available just now in my little head, and they steadfastly refuse to allow any new visitors to come in until they’ve had their say.
And that, my friends, leaves me in a bit of a pickle.
Now mind you, I normally quite like pickles, especially if their refrigerated and crispy-dill (mmmmm, pickles…), but in this instance, I am none to fond. Honestly, I feel as if writers block is an easier ailment, as it is with that, then at least you know that there is nothing to say. A mental ghost town so to speak, where normally words and ideas are busily bustling about their day.
So whatever this thing is called (literate-logjam? post-pickled?), I was very glad when Leeroy came along with a 100 Word Song that I could have some fun with. While not a particularly huge fan of The Cure, this choice provides plenty of play space, and we even get to break with the 100 Word Rule (for this week only…!) and use a “wrong number” word count instead.
All good signs, so I’m going off on a bit of a diversionary and unbeaten path for a spell here, hoping that in doing so, I – as RuPaul has so famously said – “don’t fuck it up.”
Here is this week’s 100 Word Song.
“Is there room in your life for one more trip to the moon?”
What?
I said…
No, I heard you. What did you mean by that?
Oh, nothing.
I was just wondering if that was what he sang just now, and if so, what it meant…
Got me.
Got me too.
Hey, do most of our conversations go like this?
They totally do.
They do.
I like that, though.
I do too.
So, what do you think it means?
That we talk like this?
No Silly! The lyric!
Umm, I’m thinking that it means he wants to go to the moon again with you.
Would you?
Would I go?
Yeah.
Maybe not with him, but sure. There’s always room for another trip.
That was pretty cool, what you did just there.
Bringing the conversation full circle.
Yeah, I know. I do “pretty cool” all the time.
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as long as i'm singing 