Tuesday, November 2

Messin with my mojo

I am having some major writer's block. in all aspects of my writing life. I have 2 articles that need to be submitted on November 12th, a project that needs to be researched, and nary the desire to do any of it. The results are even trickling into the blog. I haven't loved my past few entries. Sure Viking Strippers are fun and who doesn't love slinging around some stewed donkey meat, but I'm not totally in love with how I feel once I've pushed "publish". Usually, I read it out loud to Sean, obsessively stalk the stats for the first couple hours with a smug confidence and then dance around my apartment completely naked. (totally kidding. just wanted to make sure you're still paying attention.) But lately, I've shrugged my shoulders, grunted out an "ehhh" and walked away from it. No bueno.

Yesterday, I knew I "needed" to blog and wasn't feeling the love on Travel Series Part 3, so I decided to delay it and pull that trick out of my bag next time I'm too hungover to function, let alone create a coherent sentence. So I started mulling around other ideas for a blog post. Do you want to know where I ended up?

Now, I advise you to proceed with caution. You'll probably want to use the next few minutes as a charity write-off for tax purposes, because the levels of my downward spiral are of epic proportions. Call the UN, call Red Cross, call FEMA...heck, call my mom....anyone who can save me.

As I mentioned, I have several writing projects I need to get completed and yet, I came home from my run yesterday morning and spent a good, solid portion of the morning doing this:

Uh huh. That would be a 26 year old woman, of above-average intelligence, with sound mind and body, playing hide and seek with her own fingers.

The worst part of it all? At the time, I actually thought it was pretty clever. When Sean got home, I was excited to show him the pictures. All he could do was look at me with that look of sadness and pity in his eyes and say, "wow, you really missed human interaction today huh?"

Sigh. BloggerFAIL. This writers block is really screwing with my mojo. I came to Starbucks earlier this afternoon in an attempt to do the work I couldn't manage yesterday. It is now 3:51pm. I've been here over 2 hours and have approximately 1 paragraph written for my assignments. Instead, I contemplated what I thought would be a really clever post about how angry I am at Starbucks for allowing me to eat a 425 calorie "granola bar" that in all actuality has a higher fat content than a freaking Krispy Kreme Donut. But when I started writing it, it only came out to be like 3 lines. It went something like this:

Dear Starbucks,

Do not market your "healthy granola bar" filled with sunflower seeds, raisins, and nuts as healthy when you are lying. For 23 grams of fat, I could've been spending the past 2 hours procrastinating over in McDonalds, eating a cheeseburger. at least they have a ball pit to play in.

Love, (not REALLY love. I actually kind of hate you now, but I still have my manners. I am a lady after all.)

On that note, I am going to leave you now because if I don't stop soon I will end up telling you about my idea to write an entire blog post on Sean's snoring habits...and then where would we be?


Genesis said...

Dear Maries Mom,
S.O.S, send in the troops.
Reader :)

Sorry your mojo has gone missing. I have a 7 page paper due this weekend and i barely have a coherent thought to even start my first paragraph. I know how you feel.

VL said...

I felt that way about my zumba post. Rachel was like, "yeah i just didn't get it." it happens to all of us.

Lauren said...

haha that was a very entertaining post. made for a great post-exam treat :)

Kat said...

Oh, Lord. There's nothing scarier lately than the "healthy" treats that have shown up like coffee shops. My eyes don't understand that even though they look like something I would normally eat, in reality, they would probably kill me.

How awesome.

Lori said...

What does Sean know?! I showed Kyle those pictures of you playing hide and seek with your fingers and he loved it....but then again, he is only 12 :)

Caitlin said...

As someone who takes Photobooth pictures on the daily that only she finds hilarious, welcome to Club Crazy.

Writer's Block sucks. So does procrastination. And Starbucks. Wait, not really.

Sometimes you just have to sit down and write. Let whatever comes just flow out. It might suck, that's OK. You're writing.

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