I seem to have a couple of fatal flaws when it comes to blogging. I go along for awhile, writing every day, and then I go completely blank.
Well, apparently I can’t write when:
I’m stressed out.
When I’m writing anything else.
One night, about 2 weeks ago, I had a Night-of-the-living-dead kind of night. It began with a bad television choice; the choice to start a movie at midnight. I quit just after 1:30. If the planets had aligned for the rest of the night, that one choice would have been able to right itself. But when a storm started up and kids got bug bites and now I can’t even remember what else went wrong, the time marched on and I was still up–as in, had not gone to sleep for the first time–at 4 a.m. That’s what you get, midnight movie watcher. Idiot.
And then, because you are wondering why I’m even telling you this stupid story, THEN….my great American novel came it me. In an opening sentence, which was followed by a paragraph.
It aggravated me at the time. I had just gotten them all settled. It was 4 a.m., for crying out loud. But I knew if I didn’t write it down, it would leave me and never return. So I grabbed my ipad off the floor and plinked out my opening paragraph in the dark. Then, I got 2.5 hours of sleep.
After that, I got overwhelmed by the summer schedule.
And the daily blog just sort of got stuck under the mire.
Since then, I’ve driven through Louisiana without incident.
DID YOU HEAR ME?
It really deserves its own blog. Except where’s the fun in that? All the fun comes from the incidents. At least, after the fact this is true. When doing the real-time driving, I definitely prefer the “without incident” status.
I do have a blog coming that you’ll want to read. It involves a grisly skating accident.
Have a great day everyone.m:)