Niente di nuovo (as they say in Italy)
Nothing New – great song by one of the greatest bands ever to grace the stage – albeit till 1985 – Hanoi Rocks.
It sums me up at the moment. Nothing new, nothing borrowed, nothing blue. I’m on a creative non-wave. It’s not writer’s block; I have flashes of inspiration all the time, I just can’t do anything with them, or rather I can’t sit my ass down and do anything with them, which is worse. I blamed it on the summer – beautiful weather, drinks with friends on the lake, holiday in Ibiza etc. but now autumn is officially here (a week of rain proves it) I am still producing Nothing! Nada! Zilch! Niente! Rien!
A writer should be able to at least read when he’s not writing – I can’t even do that. I’m sifting through (albeit pretty damn good) music biographies (Mötley Crüe, Led Zepppelin, New York Dolls, Johnny Cash). I’ve hit a literary (literally) wall. Aaaahhhh!!! What do I have to do, wait till the snow arrives? Become like Jack Torrance in The Shining (without axe-weilding tendencies obviously…)???
I’ve slept on it, I’ve drunk on it, I’ve partied on it, I’ve moped on it, I’ve meditated on it – I am a man without an answer.
What am I gonna do? I’ll let you know. I’ll be back…