Somedays, My Own Brain Fails Me…#WritersBlock

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writersblockI woke up this morning, with a story on the edge of my brain. Well, actually, it was the end to a story…A story that I’ve been working on too long. Last night, as it often happens, all the details worked itself out in my brain and I awoke this morning, ready to hash out the remainder of the story.

Great, right? Not so much.

I didn’t get to the computer fast enough. I milled around, took care of some things for my kids, talked to my mom, and brushed my teeth. By the time I made my way to my computer, the information had become a thin veil in my brain. I’ve tried, all day, to recall it…nothing has worked.

I’ve tried to write something else…I’ve tried to focus and meditate on it…I’ve tried scribbling circles on a blank piece of paper, hoping that it would come out…What did I get out of this? A whole heap of nothingness.

The forgotten information weighs on me. A ball of anxiety sits heavy on my chest and a fog descends over my brain. I can’t move forward and the constant distraction of my life compounds the feeling of being stuck.

It’s days like this that I curse my brain for its ever moving nature. If I could only learn to focus through distraction…I would be a better writer. If I could only find a quiet space…my thoughts could have free roam. ┬áIf I wasn’t so ADD…I wouldn’t sucuum to writer’s block.

I used to keep a notebook beside my bed. Perhaps I’ll have to start doing that again. But then again, who knows what would happen to it in the middle of the night. I’m sure it would become a place for my son’s drawings, instead of my waking thoughts.

Okay, my head hurts now. I’m going to go find something else to do…staring at this computer screen is driving me crazy. Maybe when I return, I will do so with a recovered memory. Hey, I”ve written this…that’s something, right?

 

I Was Once So Full of Hope…Now I’m Reaching For A Shot Glass!!!!

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I started out Nano a day late. In the beginning days, hope welled inside me and I filled my pages quickly. The words fell on top of each other and I delighted as I reached 5,000; 10,000; 12,000 words.

“It IS possible to pen 50,000 words in a month!” I exclaimed.

Then, life happened. Now, I blog and update my status. I read articles about writing, rather than actually writing. I have made a Pandora Radio station for my MC and have even resorted to cleaning out of boredom!

What’s happening to me? The writer that I was yesterday is replaced by a listless, wandering soul today. Perhaps Earnest Hemingway was on to something with his pairing of alcoholism and writing…who thinks I should take a shot before I write my next chapter????

*Disclaimer: I am in solely in charge of 4 impressionable children. I am a horrible person for even suggesting alcoholism as the answer to my writers blues. Furthermore, if you encourage me on this idea, you are horrible too. Shame on me and shame on you! Write on!!!!!