Writing is fun when it clicks and the words flow. You know when you just sit down and start typing with no general direction in mind and it happens. For me, it is when I got the words, music, and the graphics working. Everything falls in place effortlessly. Generally I don’t write this way. I usually have a theme or topic to go by. Then I think about it and have a plan before I sit down and start typing away. Today I have plenty of writing prompts to get me going but am just about half past give a $hit about doing them.
I have signed up for NaBloPoMo too many months in a row to count. I have participated in so many in fact that I have actually figured out how to pronounce NaBloPoMo. That has only just happened. Before that I referred to this madness as the blow me posts. On days like today, I still do. Writing everyday is good discipline they say. My brain screams why!! Does it make me a better writer? I am sure it doesn’t. If nothing else it makes a person a little more likely to post anything for the sake of posting.
Let’s face it. We have all been there. Maybe we need a day off work, a day off school, a simple break from the same ole $hit different day mentality. Guess what, I am there. I have reached the point where my mind has drawn a blank. It has mentally shut down. Worse still, I don’t care. I am in a slump. Certainly I couldn’t expect the words to just keep tumbling out of my brain filling the computer screen with witty prose forever. It is the dreaded writer’s block. The passion is gone. Not only is the passion to write gone, but pretty much the passion for everything else went to hell in a hand basket right along with it. Could it be depression banging on my door? It makes me want to flip off my computer, the housework, and everything else that demands my attention and fall back into bed and bury myself within the pages of a book until sleep takes me. That is a whole lot of birds flocking about in the air. Silly and pointless perhaps, but giving my computer the bird would make me feel better.
I have a bad case of lazy butt syndrome and not quite sure how to combat it. It would be so easy to crawl back into bed and sleep my life away. Still there is work to be done. As much as I hate house work, I could go off the deep edge and clean until I am silly. Even if I did, my husband would still arrive on the scene and clean it AGAIN. The only good thing about jumping on the cleaning band wagon is that maybe he wouldn’t bitch quite as loud when he arrived. There is that. There is nothing that pi$$es me off worse than having him arrive and start cleaning before he has even had his first glass of iced tea, especially if I have already cleaned the place myself!
The house is silent. Everyone is on summer break time where you stay up late and sleep just as long. All the animals are asleep. The kids are asleep. I have to admit my dog’s snores are lulling me into a stupor. I have no intention of waking any of them up. I like the silence and the isolation. I actually encourage it. For once I don’t have a migraine. Waking up with a migraine every day of the week is a sure fire fun sapper, and I have to admit I am getting sick of it. Once you have taken the magic little pill that knocks it out of the park you are pain free but also feel sleepy and as if your brain has turned into a big ball of goo filled with nothingness. Despite the fact you feel out of it, you celebrate that the throbbing pain in your noggin is gone, if only for a little while.
Amazingly enough my rambling has resulted in a blog which whether it is worth reading or not, it qualifies for my quota as far as NaBloPoMo is concerned. I will be relieved when I get my mojo working again because just writing about nothing in particular sucks. I have no illusions that anyone will want to read this crap that is spewing from my fingertips. I have survived writer’s block before and am sure I will again. It is just one of those days. Sometimes you just have to take a break and then there are other times when you just have to ramble until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.