Today is one of those days where I feel completely drained of all creativity. Maybe it has to do with the cold that has officially overstayed its welcome (cold as in, the germ; not the temperature) (because by the way it was in the 70’s today and I had to turn the AC on when I got home from work) (Hate Cold Weather? Move To Alabama, Where Winter Only Lasts Two Weeks!).
Oh, but LOOK at how much fun we have for those two weeks.
Nah, I don’t know these people, but this photo was tweeted by our local weatherman. It’s a pretty accurate depiction of how we feel about Snow And Other Winter Legends.
Maybe the problem is that it’s the end of the semester at school and I’ve just now realized how much there is to do before I leave campus at the end of the week.
Or maybe it’s the Query Rodeo, which gave me a little bit of a kick in the ol’ shins this afternoon.
I don’t know what the problem is, but I do know that I rewrote Chapter 5 of my new book, which I’m currently referring to as Creepy Faces Book, at least three times today. And then I tried to work on it some more tonight but only managed to question the entire idea and rethink the purpose of the story and THEN I went on to question my purpose as a writer.
It was one of those Death Spirals Of Doubt.
Also? Our microwave handle came off in my husband’s hand yesterday. And the weirdest thing is, that’s not the first time it’s happened. Oh, and I got cheesecake in my hair at lunch and one of my work colleagues had to pick it out.
Feel free to start telling me how difficult my life is in three . . . two . . . one . . .
Anyway, wow, do you see how much I’ve managed to write with absolutely NO apparent direction or actual, you know, topic? That’s amazing, isn’t it? I’m pretty good at that. One time in college I forgot about a 20-page paper I was supposed to write for my final. I remembered it exactly two hours before it was due. I’d done NO research on it and I wasn’t even at my dorm when I remembered. And y’all, I cranked that puppy out in an hour and a half, and I got a C+.
Isn’t that amazing?
Are you ready for me to stop talking so you can move on? Yeah, me too. I’ll have something more fun for you on Thursday. Until then, be careful opening your microwave and for crying out loud, stay away from the cheesecake.