Perpetual Ruminations

The Battle of Mojo

OK, enough of this sitting here looking at a blank page trying to think of something to write. Ideas come and go, I start typing then clear the feeble start to a subject. Even as I start again, distractions and wondering thoughts fight to interfere and halt the process... It's the Battle of Mojo I tell you.

I'm talking of my Inspirational Mojo, of course. I had lost it for quite some time but found it while out camping. It just showed up one evening while talking around a fire. Now, I find it's trying to escape me once again and I'm fighting a battle to hold fast to the mojo high-grounds.

I explained about the missing mojo five entries back and then how I found it two entries ago. In summary, it returned while talking around a campfire with my wife and a couple of friends. One minute I was telling of an experience toasting marshmallows and the next, a humorous story began to just flow; that, my friends, is my Inspirational Mojo.

I've been wanting to develop the story I shared that evening ever since we returned, but it's just not happening. Normally, I can't stop the mojo from flowing, it's just there and thoughts and ideas flow from it like an artesian spring, but now it's like trying to pump water from an unprimed pump; I know the story is there but I can't get it out.

I do have a plan, however, to prime the pump and get the mojo flowing. I was invited by a person who had reviewed one of my stories to do a fill-in-the-blank story he has in his port. With no mojo, I have no idea what to write, but I'm going to accomplish this task. It's a battle, one I plan to win.

I've already gained some ground in this Battle of Mojo. While thinking on some idea for the story, a simple little rhyme surfaced from within. Yes, a trickle of mojo flowed in the form of a limerick. Of course, until the mojo flows freely again, the limerick is also undeveloped; that is another task I plan on completing to win this battle.

I will retake Mojo!