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Writer's Block as Inspiration

Friends,
In my experience, writer’s block rarely comes from a lack of ideas. More often than not it comes from too many ideas -and an inability or unwillingness to cull the herd and pick a topic to develop. When I have several ideas which equally deserve to be written about, it’s tempting to get stingy and try to keep them all. Like children, I can’t pick a favorite -and then I get stuck. After all, indecision is anathema to focus -and good writing requires focus. Case-in-point, this week. There was a laundry list of topics I could have picked. Each worthy of its own article.
  • People in the news whose names would make great vampire names (white house budget director Mick Mulvaney and Colorado Public Radio reporter Vic Vela would definitely make that list)
  • Gravitationally Challenged Tuesday. Think about it, donuts and weight euphemisms could have made for a great write-up!
  • Re-brand Ash Valentine’s Wednesday. Like a winter Olympic athlete going for a medal hat trick, hump day this week wore many hats.
  • The end of an era. The last day of our downtown office felt like a great opportunity to write about rites of passage, closure and the future.
Fortunately, writer’s block came to the rescue and allowed me to bring some focus to my writing. On this last day of the Windstream Enterprise downtown office era, with Olympics in the air I thought I’d bring-in five donuts to represent the games under-way -and then I thought better of it and got a full dozen. For some of you, this may be the last donut you get to taste in a while, so come on down and grab one.

Happy Friday!

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