The Curse of Writer’s Block

Severe writer’s block has gotten in the way of any type of writing I had intended on taking care of this past weekend. I was not even able to make a clever headline for this post. This cramp in the creative side of my mind has leaked into the weekdays, spreading itself out to ruin a week full of blog posts. Opinions, I always have them; rants, I am always good at bitching about something; experiences, I am lacking.

Things are slow over here. I mean, the most exciting part of the past week was that I was able to finally get a new lense for my Nikon so I can start documenting the seasons how I would like. Of course, as soon as I set outside to take part in some photography action, it is raining cats and dogs. Actually, it would be way more interesting had it rained cats and dogs, I would have something to blog about.

There is nothing upstairs that feels the urge to come out and put itself together for a good read. Sure things happen every day around us that are blog-worthy, but my writing energy has been creepily drained and I would rather not push anything out.

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Luckily for my sanity and I, the next couple of weeks brings exciting adventures, and the official start to an action-packed summer. Next Thursday I am off to Philadelphia for Comic Con and the week after it is Tennessee time. I cannot wait to hit the road endlessly for camping excursions, Aruba, beach getaways with friends, lots of hiking and drinking, eating out and keeping active. This hiccup in my writing will not last long, I just will not let it!

What is the ultimate cure for writer’s block? Someone please help me.

Gearing up for Tennessee: Festival Edition

Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival is officially three weeks away. Oh yes, 21 days from now I will be in Manchester, Tennessee with the best people in my life, getting dirty in a field with thousands of others from around the country.

The time schedule of each artist’s set was released on Tuesday afternoon and with that, the frenzied reality of my road trip set in. Now, this is not a Caribbean getaway, so the highly anticipated pre-takeoff shopping extravaganzas are unnecessary. I need stuff, but not the stuff I normally need.  

Right now in Tennessee it is 80 degrees and sunny, but in three weeks I bet it will be a little warmer. Like hot as hell, actually. Also, the gang and I rented an RV, so staying properly equipped for six days of road-trippin’ and festi-life is important. Beer, water (lots of it), snacks, and toilet paper are essential. So what is Sarah packing in her personal stash? Besides the chapstick, sunscreen, deodorant and sunglasses, these are the festi-must haves I am squeezing into my bags.


1. Glowsticks. I am the Glowstick Queen. Seriously. I want to be covered in them. Ebay sells them in bulk for cheap. Holler!

2. Smartass tee. As a fan of the television show Eastbound and Down, this shirt seemed only appropriate. Oh it reads, “Summer Fucking Tour.” Phish and Kenny Powers baby!

3. Tie dye. Lots of tie-dye, and all handmade by me!

4. Festi-bag. I bought this bag on Etsy.com with Bonnaroo in mind. It is handmade as well and will fit what I need when I am in the crowd.

5. Shield the Tennessee sun. Cheap, funky wayfarer sunglasses.

6. Crocs. Thanks to all the Roo forums, I have learned that Crocs and Telva Sandals are the ideal footwear. Not flip flops. 

7. Cliff Bars. Obvious choice for a lightweight, midday snack.

8. Music. A small, portable music player for our barbecues and late nights on top of the RV.

9. Headgear. I made one from JoAnn Fabrics for under $10 bucks.

10. Mini flashlight. Thanks past Rooers for the heads up, you are probably right, portapotties in the dark would suck.

Maybe I will not be the most stylish in Manchester, but does it matter?

There have been handfuls of forums from past Rooers who have helped tremendously in my planning process, such as this one. The best advice I have compiled from all of the masses of websites I read yesterday are as follows:

3.  Construct a flag or use strong glowsticks to find your RV. Seems logical considering the enormous amounts of RV’s there will be, but I would have totally overlooked this had I not done some research. This site says to do the same for tents.

2. Invest in some dry ice. Enough dry ice will last the entire festival and will keep all the oodles of water we bring cold- even enough to turn into ice which is super useful- and the beer on top of that. Great advice.

1. Forget the cell phones. This may prove hard for me normally, but I do not plan on using it at all during the day or night unless I am about to go to sleep and want to play around. There is no need to “Check-in” every five feet. Again, this is not a Caribbean vacation but it is a retreat. A much needed retreat.

So if you have been to any festival, what do you always pack? What is the most and least important item to bring along? If you are going to Bonnaroo, I will see you on the farm!

It’s The Little Things

This weekend I was throwing trash out of my car as it was being prepped for some body work, when I heard scratching come from the bottom of the dumpster. The sound stopped quickly, but when I made a noise- trying to provoke the source – the scratching began again. I immediately thought it had to be a raccoon, stuck from the night before when it was digging for some food.

I had Alex move some trash around to see what it could be because I was scared of some monstrous raccoon who just pulled an anxiety-ridden all-nighter to come out and have its way with my face. So yes, I let a boy handle all that.

He picked up a small box and unveiled, lo and behold, a baby bird.  We were both surprised because the noise it was making left no suspicion that it was anything but a bigger animal. I immediately felt overwhelming sympathy and a swarm of frenzied “what do I do now” thoughts attacked my brain. 

I put on some rubber gloves and took it out of the box and onto some dirt in the shade. The little bird was entirely too small to fly and could only walk backwards. To make my heart melt even more was when it opened its mouth to me for food.

I took the box into the shop and put some paper towels in it and put my new buddy back in while I searched the area around the dumpster to see where the nest could be. I saw nothing except an overhead air conditioning unit but there was nothing in or around it. I commenced mass Google searches before I realized that there was really nothing I could do to help save his life.

While my car was being worked on, three hours or so, I stayed with the helpless little fella and even got him to drink water when I suctioned some with a straw. Some websites advised not to do this, but I figured there was no harm in trying.

The whole concept of survival of the fittest daunted over me for hours. I watch those National Geographic shows and understand this is all a part of life, it is how nature works, but I do get upset when the weaker animal is overtaken. I am an extremely sensitive animal lover who pictures a Pocahontas-esque future where all animals live in harmony and eat… twigs and berries.

I named him Darwin, and maybe this was just in my mind, but when I would get up to do something, he would turn his head as I walked. He soon began chirping, and stared at me while I tried to get work done on my computer.

I went back outside to investigate the dumpster area when I saw a small dark brown, maybe black bird with a worm in its mouth watching me. Do I sound crazy yet? I ran into the shop and peaked my head around when I saw the bird going into a hole where the doorknob would be on a wooden, unused door- which I successfully overlooked earlier- that was situated in back of the dumpster. I ran inside and put Darwin and his box on the cover of the garbage and went back inside to snipe the situation.

It was the mother. With some time she would perch on the box but not feed Darwin, she only looked at him. I called Alex over to check what was going on behind the door. Sure enough, two little baby birds just like Darwin looked up at us.

I almost died of happiness. My car was just about done being worked on and I knew that leaving would only result in guilt and sadness if I had to leave Darwin where I found him. I made Alex put gloves on and put him with his family, and with some time, the mother returned and left again, bringing back food for her three little babies.

How Darwin got into the dumpster I will never be sure of, but an update per my constant naggy requests that came in just an hour ago said the birds are still together behind the door, and there have been signs of the mother leaving and returning.

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It is always the little things that catch my deepest emotions off guard. I love to find myself in situations where I can help, even if it meant spending three hours with a bird whose chance of survival was bleak. It is always the little things that make me grateful to be who I am, someone who is capable of actually finding happiness with the simple world around them.

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