Today’s guest post is from John, who writes at The Adventures of Daddy Runs A Lot. I can’t remember how I found his blog, but I suspect I followed him after reading one of his thoughtful comments on someone else’s blog or one of his funny tweets. All I know is once I started reading, I was hooked.

Enjoy!

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The thing about writing for an audience that is, essentially, just like you (what, you’re not all tall, bald, musician, marathon-running bloggers with twisted, possibly-heretical senses of humor who can’t sing?) is that it’s easy to run out of ideas. We’ve all been there . . . it’s not that life is bad, it’s just that, well, current events just aren’t blogworthy. It’s not that we don’t want to write for our blogs — it’s just that we’re not feeling it.

In short, blogstipation strikes.

  1. The first rule of advice for when blogstipation strikes is the same advice that any doctor worth his salt1 will tell you — don’t force things. Forced writing can lead to really, really bad things . . . most notably, a loss of the enjoyment of writing. I’m just as guilty as the next guy2 about forcing a smile. And, of course, I’ve forced writing before — and, every time I’ve done it, I’ve taken an unexpected break from everything, in the hopes that my love of dick jokes the written word would come back to me. So far, it always has . . . but, more & more, when I find that I just don’t want to sit down and write, I don’t. A day or two later, I’ll be back with a vengeance.
  2. Every little bit helps. If you took a peek through my drafts, you’d likely be afraid, because my thought process is awkward, and I have a plethora of quasi-completed posts that really only barely make sense. But, sitting down and getting something out, provided that you’re not forcing, and lead to a great deal of relief.
  3. Next, as long as I can, I read what others have written. Just like picturing a river flowing might help one overcome a shy bladder, reading what others are writing can help get the words flowing. It might be a turn of phrase that someone uses reminds you of your 3rd grade teacher, which reminds you that cursive is a completely useless skill, like being able to tell when squirrels are afraid, which was Janitor’s sixth sense in Scrubs, and then you find yourself writing a list of your favorite sitcom characters of all time . . . which is always a great post because people can stop by and commiserate that they just don’t make television like they used to3 and those young whippersnappers need to get off of my lawn.
  4. The blogging world may be the one place where people actually want to look at your vacation pictures — use this. Use this well.
  5. Dick jokes are loved the world over . . . as are boobs. Write about them, and people will come. Who cares if they’re disappointed when they get there? Heck, some of the funniest, and easiest blog posts are those about the wacky search terms that lead people to their blogs4.

1 And who pays their doctors in salt? My doctor is always telling me to eat less salt . . . so I try bringing whole salt shakers with me, but he still insists on being paid in cash. Silly doctor.
2 Really, why is he always over there? That next guy is always following me around.
3 Can we have a round of applause for Christa Miller? From The Drew Carey Show to Scrubs to Cougar Town — just, wow. People like her make me want to watch more TV
4 While running terms tend to lead my search list, “midget porn” is always near the top of my list, and thanks to the Mad Woman, Daddy Runs a Lot is among the top sites when people Google underbra cleavage.

I wonder…

:: What do you do when blogstipation strikes?
:: If you’re not a blogger, what’s the blogstipation equivalent in your life?
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About the Writer:

Like most everyone he knows, John is both a conundrum and a work in progress. He holds out hope of writing a novel, and a musical, and a symphony, and learning to ballroom dance while both meditating to a state of higher awareness and sculpting a great masterpiece. He’ll never give up those hopes.

He holds a BS in computer engineering and works as a web developer, but when he talks about his profession and education, he’ll talk a whole lot more about his classic-rock cover band and that minor in music he picked up along the way.

If you’re not careful, he’ll actually talk your ear off talking about his kids (two, a boy & a girl, seven months apart). There is no greater thrill to him than playing in the pit of a community theater production. He’s deliriously proud of his juvenile sense of humor. He laments the rampant misuse of the word “enormity.”

Despite suffering from a serial lack of sleep, you’ll find him waking at 4 in the morning to train for his next marathon, or triathlon, or whatever the heck else he decided to put his body through. John lives with his wife, two kids, two dogs, and a cat in central Pennsylvania, and his blatherings can be found at Daddy Runs a Lot. You can also follow him on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and Pinterest.

John Batzer

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