I’m having a hard time ginning up new material for the blog. Hard to believe, I know, since I can ramble on and on and on and on, and on some more, about New Orleans. I love New Orleans and I find the subject endlessly fascinating. Thinking about how much a general reader is interested in my rambling on has led to an existential crisis for your humble narrator. I find myself freezing up when it’s time to write our blog. I’ve got New Orleans Writer’s Block.
Freezing up is a figurative term. As I write this in La Belle Esplanade’s back garden, there isn’t a cloud in the sky, the oleander tree is in bloom, and the ambient temperature is about 83 degrees (Fahrenheit, for our metric readers). I’m not freezing. I’m just short of ideas of what to write about. Be warned—
Everyone disappoints someone at some point, eventually. This may be the blog post in which I disappoint you, dear reader. I haven’t run out of things to say. I have run out of fresh material.
NEW ORLEANS, NEW ORLEANS, NEW ORLEANS. WELCOME TO THE NEW ORLEANS STATE OF MIND.
I could write something like this:
In New Orleans, facts, like aspirations, are only loosely tethered to events on the ground. Get into the authentic New Orleans State of Mind. We live in a vibrant , alive city where you never know what you’ll find when you turn a corner. Welcome to the real New Orleans.
—blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Yadda-yadda-yadda. I can write this stuff in my sleep because I live it every day. I think this blog needs a little more meat on its bones. Not that there isn’t plenty of meat in the archives (scroll away!) but I think I’ve been spending more time on the New Orleans State of Mind and not so much on facts on the ground. I love where I live, if you don’t already know this. I live in the New Orleans State of Mind. Welcome to my world.
That said, most of my days are ineffable. They are without words. My days are spent drifting along New Orleans’s current without a care in the world. New Orleans is The City That Care Forgot.
NEW ORLEANS WRITER’S BLOCK IS COMMON.
I’m not the first person to contract New Orleans writer’s block. So much has been written about New Orleans that it is very hard to say anything original. It is hard to not repeat Lacadio Hearn. Many have tried and most have failed. That doesn’t stop anyone, including your humble narrator. I’ve just hit a temporary wall that I’m sure to break through.
New Orleans is so full of mental stimulation that it is impossible to be bored here. It is also impossible to not gather fresh inspiration from whatever is happening on the street on any given day. I don’t think you want to read about my trip to the post office yesterday, but, then again, it was a very interesting adventure, at least to me. There’s that. How interesting that may be to you, I guess we might just find out in the near future.
Fear not. Your humble narrator is a fountain of ideas and, if he is anything, he is prolific. After all, this website contains 190 pages of essays and articles, and that’s not counting La Belle Esplanade’s last blog, that we started when we opened. That one has 396 entries for you to peruse at your leisure if you are looking for something to do.
Fear not. Our blog isn’t drying up. We’ve just entered a slow spell. I’ll be getting my second wind before we know it. New Orleans Writer’s Block cannot last forever. Plenty of writers better than me have churned out barely readable chum for years and years and years. I think I’m up to match, and, perhaps, beat them at this game.
Thanks for stopping by the blog today. Stay tuned. There is more to come. Before you know it, I’ll be back again at full strength, swinging for the fences with more highfalutin’ New Orleans essays. The best is yet to come. À votre santé nos amis!
Have a great New Orleans day, wherever you happen to find yourself,
-Your two friends at La Belle Esplanade.
April 29, 2018, a Sunday. Today is a beautiful New Orleans day. I took today’s photo this morning at Big Lake in City Park at the end of Esplanade Avenue. If you stay with us, go to City Park. It really is beautiful there.