I don’t have much of an intro today because as you’ll read below, I don’t have much to write about either. Is it the change in seasons? Is it the impending holidays? Is it cabin fever now that the weather has gotten cooler? I’m in a bit of a funk and wondering if I’m alone.
I almost always have something in my mind when I sit down to write for 5 minutes. I’ve never eben one of those people to sit and say, Oh I have to make dinner tonight and Boy, I need to go clean the bathrooms.
I don’t just babble like that (not that there’s anything wrong with it). But tonight (it’s Saturday) as I sit down to dump my brain for 5 minutes, I find that my brain is, well, empty.
Like, empty as in I don’t have a clue what to write about. I find this particularly bad because it’s something that’s been plaguing me off and on all week. And this is the first week of National Novel Writing Month (#NaNoWriMo).
I was off to a smashing start. 2100 words in 2 days. This novel was going to write itself. I found it fun to make up a story. And then all of the sudden, I stopped.
I’m overwhelmed with a great big pile of products sitting in my office that all require a review (why do I keep saying yes? answer: because I don’t like to say no). I’m overwhelmed by my house that’s not for sale that should be for sale because I’m tired of my husband commuting every week to Baltimore. I’m overwhelmed by my 4 year old who I love to death but it annoying the crap out of me. I’m overwhelmed by a simple little stupid 2 week exercise challenge that is so godawful difficult for me because apparently I have let my body go way further that I thought I had.
And then I don’t want to write about any of that stuff because who wants to hear any of that depressing stuff? I make goals for myself and I fail. I start a project int he house and never finish. I’m the queen of procrastination and when I feel overwhelmed, I sit on the couch and play mindless games on my iPhone because I’m avoiding my life.
Needless to say, I have some pretty high scores on my games.