Have you ever had one of those days where your brain just isn’t working right? You try to focus on one particular thing, but it keeps taking these strange tangents, bringing you further and further away from your initial goal. Like, say, if you’re trying to write a humorous blog post, but instead keep writing posts that seem to have a definite point and would be better-served as mid-week postings.
Or let’s say you’re still trying to write that post, but you realize you need to file a report for one of your jobs, so you get that cranked out in record time before realizing that you still haven’t made any headway on the post.
You could even have had an entire morning full of productivity: running errands, sorting laundry, exercising, researching upcoming events, looking into fun classes to take, sending birthday notes to friends and so on, and yet the post just sits there, empty.
So you get your full focus on, turning your muse into your bitch, and then you end up writing something so awesome, so amazing that you realize it has nothing whatsoever to do with a blog post, and is instead a part of the third chapter of that novel idea that’s been bouncing around in the back of your brain.
Maybe a nap will help! You lay your head down and proceed to doze off for about 30 minutes. You wake up feeling refreshed, but your brain is still a blank canvas, the “Add New Post” page on the WordPress back-end of your blog even more so.
Now, you’re feeling a bit panicked. It’s well after noon, so the post is already late. Maybe you can just put up some filler pictures – but then you remember that you wasted those a few weeks ago when you had a busy evening. Or you could make up a list – but the only list you can think of is which restaurants you want to go to for restaurant week.
So you find a smooth section of the wall in your room, and proceed to bonk your head against it for the next three minutes, chanting “Think, think, think!” Then your dog stops by, looks at you quizzically, and walks out. So now you resort to stress-eating, pulling out a few chocolates left over from a baking expedition last weekend. You stuff your face with a couple of them, then feel instant regret, since you haven’t had an actual lunch yet today, making the sugary, confectionery delight a Trojan Horse of unhealthiness seeping its way to your tummy.
Depressed and dejected, you slump your shoulders and shuffle back to your waiting laptop and begin to write about how you couldn’t think of anything to talk about today. How cliché! How overused! How terrible! You hate yourself more and more with each keystroke, cursing your feeble brain and hoping and praying that the results will be somehow acceptable.
Man, that sucks when it happens, huh? Good thing I don’t have that problem.
