I have a blogging dysfunction. Well, maybe a reviewing dysfunction. I’m a reading fiend and yet I seem to have run out of the words required to describe the experience. If I do go to write I often find myself wanting to blog about books I’ve detested and say things like – Please stop writing. You make the bunny cry. Books I manage to finish and that I do like get some stars. It’s all just a little unsatisfactory really.
So, I thought I’d possibly found an answer to my blogging dysfunction, even if it did have a stupid name (Plinky). Then I saw this nauseating piece of navel lint comment –
– I rarely have writers block…
Poos to you lady. There I was in all my curmudgeon glory, ready to be wowed by Plinky and rid myself of my reviewing impediment, and I’ve come over all meh again.