Writer's Block From Fluff's Perspective

I never thought it could happen to me, but lo and behold, it most certainly did. There I was, I finally made it to the big time, and I ended up with a bad case of "writer's block." I mean that puppy hit me head on, and the more I tried to fight it off, the more it overwhelmed me. My mind became a whirlwind of mush, fleeting thoughts would enter my brain, but nothing would stick.

I would sit in front of the computer and stare at it as if it would magically do something for me on it's own. I have paced the floor, cried, became angry, growled at the computer, and even tried to sneak up on it, but all was for naught. I cannot began to tell you how many hours I sat in front of this computer the last few months, and just stared at it. I even went to George and asked his advise, but he couldn't help me, because he was having a severe case of "brain cramps" himself. The more I tried, the more frustrated I became until I finally gave up.

I just knew that with the advent of spring my mind would come alive again like the trees, and the flowers, but no such thing happened. I laid on the floor and pondered my situation to the point that I thought I was losing my mind. I finally concluded that I had a better chance of catching my tail then writing something. My dreams seemed to crash and burn with each passing day.

Here I was, an intelligent, beautiful, fun loving dog with an opportunity of a lifetime to become famous, and right off the bat I suffer from this thing called "writer's block." I had a resposibility to my readers to produce top notch articles from a dog's perspective. Everything else seemed to be functioning well in my life, but I could not shake this "big dog" from my mind until this morning.

When George, and I awoke this morning at 3:00 a.m. I knew this was the day. The cloud had been lifted, I felt alive again, my paws yearned to fly across the keyboard, my mind was focused, and I could hardly wait until I could sit at my computer, and produce again. This morning I approached the computer with boldness, with a renewed sense of purpose, and the excitement of coming into the sunshine was beyond description. I'm finally off the porch, running with the big dogs again! Oh the joy, the exaultation of writing again is beyond words. My eyes are filled with tears of joy as I write this article. It's as if I came from sub-zero temperatures into a world of warmth, and sunshine. As if I have been in a far away place that was so dark, and gloomy, into a place of light, and beauty.

George has told me this will happen again in the future, but I hope it's quite awhile before it returns. Maybe next time I'll be able to sort through it better than this time, but for now I'm glad it's over. Right now I want to bask in the beauty of it all.

Would you all do me a favor? Please write me comments telling me if you have ever went through what I just went through, and how you dealt with it. I anxiously await your comments that can help me with this very important matter. I believe we can learn from each other even if I am a dog, and you are human!

I'm the Big Dog of this Outfit

I want to welcome one, an all to my corner. It has been an uphill battle getting here, but after much persuading, threatening, and some real charm I have finally arrived. I feel as if I can contribute something of value to this "Espenblog" thing, so now I have my very own page to share with the whole world.

Allow me to share with you how this whole thing came about. About a year ago I wrote an article about myself on one of George's blog sites, http://blog.myspace.com/poppopx7  He writes on five or six sites all the time, and on this one particular day I decided that I was going to try my hand, or should I say paw, at this thing. He has had almost 5,000 hits on that site so I figured that I would have a large audience at my disposal, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

You see, George is a very early riser. This guy gets up every morning at 3:00 a.m. even on the weekends, and heads straight for his computer. Although he is in the construction business, he's addicted to the internet which I can fully understand why. He's been doing this "get up early" thing for years, and of course every one tells him that he's crazy, with which I fully agree. I guess I'm just as crazy, because when he gets up, I get up with him. He goes to the computer, and I sit on the chair beside his desk and watch.

That's how I learned to do this. I would watch him do the whole thing from turning on the computer to going on the internet. I learned how to download, upload, type, send emails, do IM, and all these other cool things every one does. He didn't even know that I was storing all this information away to be used at a later date. He, like so many people, thought that I was just a dog, which I am, but I am an intelligent dog. I'll write about that subject somewhere down the road so all you people will understand about us in the animal kingdom.

He would get up at 3:00 a.m. and stay on the computer until 5:00a.m. and then leave for work. I waited for him to leave that morning, and I decided that this was the time I was going for it. George would always leave his computer on when he left so I just jumped up in his chair, and away I went. I cannot, I repeat, I cannot describe the jubilation I felt when I started working that mouse. It was then, and still is beyond words, but I will tell you this, I was so thrilled, I cried. Yes, you heard me right, I shed tears of joy as I worked that mouse. My body shook with excitement as I flew through cyberspace for the first time in my life, and I am experiencing that same sensation right now as I write this article. To think that I, Fluffy, am writing to the whole world on my own page, causes tears of joy to stream down my face. Oh, I'm such a lucky dog!

You should have seen his face when he came home that night, and found out what I had done. He was beside himself. Startled, confused, impressed, and speechless to say the least. I just layed in the chair, and smiled at him. I was so proud of myself for what I had accomplished, and he was too.

Since that time George has been flying, and driving back and forth from the Detroit Metro area where he is working on some business ventures. We communicate all the time, and I have been hounding him to let me write on one of his sites. He has his laptop with him all the time, and of course his camera. He never goes anywhere without his camera. Finally, after all this time he has agreed to allow me to have my very own page where I can express myself, and hopefully reach my full potential. I shall always be indebted to him for giving me the opportunity to be part of "The Espenblog".

I was somewhat irrate when I read that he had a section on Interesting People here at "The Espenblog." I asked why he didn't write about me for I am very interesting. His reply to me was, "You're not a people, you are a dog." He then said, "You are a very intelligent dog, so you can have your own section in "The Espenblog" on PNN." Oh, how I love that simple minded man.

I'll bring that article up that I wrote on http://blog.myspace.com/poppopx7 and bring it over here to Fluff's Corner" for you all to read. In the meantime I'm looking forward to making a lot of friens here on PNN so please subscribe to "The Espenblog," and leave me lots of comments.