Okay, it’s Wednesday morning again, and my turn to post something.
What am I doing? Staring at a blank page wondering what to write about. Any
ideas that I have produced aren’t sufficient to write more than a handful of lines.
So I’m stuck again.
I’ve even attempted to work on my
stories.
As a rule, all I manage is to read
through what I have without any ideas to finish the unfinished ones or improve
the ones that are all but finished. Though I suppose my fantasy is ready for
some critics, and beta reads. And I have made some improvements to my sci-fi,
which I am still tweaking.
Everything else, I can read them but
can’t seem to figure out how to finish them. Similar to what I’m experiencing
with writing my posts. I have some rough ideas but I have no idea how to flesh
them out.
If I do manage to start typing
something, someone will come along and talk to me and say or do something to
distract me from what I’m attempting to do. Every time this happens and I go
back to my screen only to find I’ve completely lost my train of thought.
This leaves me wishing I could type
uninterrupted but that never happens.
If I type during daylight hours, my
kids will come up with some reason to distract me. If I type at either end of
the day, first thing in the morning or at the end of the day, Jerry is bound to
find some reason to talk to me about something. Like this morning when he asked
me where his clean clothes were.
How am I supposed to know that? The
last time I saw his clothes were when I put them in the washer two days ago. I
even told him if they were still there then they needed to be rewashed.
Fortunately for him, he’d remembered
to get them in the dryer and turn it on but had forgotten to retrieve them, and
amazingly no one else had tried to do laundry since then.
If you’re wondering why I hadn’t put
them in the dryer, the answer is I can’t.
When we went and bought our new machine
I’d focused on getting a large capacity one to accommodate the loads our boys
tend to have. The issue we’ve discovered with it is that I cannot reach
anything in the bottom of the washer unless you want me to climb on my stool
and dive head first into it.
So while I can sort laundry and put
loads into the machine, I cannot switch the loads without help. Since the last
load I’d put in was Jerry’s, I’d simply told him to transfer it to the dryer
when the washing machine finished.
I’d even done multiple loads on
Monday and Royce grumbled when he had to switch them for me. I reminded him
that he did not want to see me head first in the machine trying to get them out
myself.
And of course, I’m distracted again
and end up just staring at the screen without any ideas on what to write about
now.
Then disaster struck. Not only did the dogs need to be fed,
and Jerry wasn’t home to do it, but my blood sugar tanked. I had to not only
feed three dogs but find me something to eat and fast. Which, of course, left
me with no time remaining to finish writing a post. Though the blood sugar
issues may explain why I couldn’t think.
So here is my poor attempt at writing. Sorry, it’s shorter than
usual.
Smile. Make the day a brighter day.
