Can't Think, Brain Dumb, Inspiration Won't Come

How's this for irony? Kristen at Motherhood Uncensored put me on her list of Thinking Blogger awardees just as my last thought left my head.

Now I don't know what to say.*




*Except for "thank you, Kristen," obviously.

Comments

  1. slouching momMarch 13, 2007 at 7:27 PM

    Funny!

    It's no different from the writer's block experienced by once-published authors when it's time to write that second book.

    You could always give the award back!? ;)

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  2. lildbMarch 13, 2007 at 10:04 PM

    I'll say it for you: you have a big, sexy pile o' brains.

    you do! :)

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  3. Redneck MommyMarch 14, 2007 at 10:33 AM

    See, I'm not the only person who thinks you think.

    Great minds think alike, after all...

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  4. Ellen KimballMarch 29, 2009 at 5:20 AM

    Hello!

    Thank you so VERY much! I've had writer's block about the first line of the little poem I learned long ago. Your blogspot came up on a Google search!

    Can't think
    Brain dumb (or numb?)
    Inspiration won't come
    No ink
    Bad pen
    Good luck!
    Amen.

    Now that I've remembered it with your help, someone ought to update it!

    I am 69 years old and must have learned that in junior high school, when I wrote my first book, "The Cream Stallion" with pen and pencil. I never got it published, but became a radio talk show host in Miami and Boston with a LONG career in broadcasting. Now I review movies at www.kgw.com as a volunteer. I've been blabbing on the Internet since 2004. Google Radio_Lady and you're there (don't forget the underscore OR space between.)

    You have a great site. We got rid of our last typewriter in the 1980s. My husband, an electrical engineer who is now retired from software engineering -- was an "early adopter" of computers. Thank goodness he forced me to learn word processing in about 1983.

    Warm regards,

    Ellen Kimball
    Portland, Oregon

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  5. AnonymousAugust 19, 2009 at 11:35 PM

    I remembered it as
    Can't think brain numb inspiration won't come poor ink bad pen think I'll stop and start again from a book called there's a rocket in my pocket

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