I know I’m supposed to be writing. I know. I have chapters waiting for my attention. I have blog posts demanding to be written. And yet, here I am. Writing absolutely nothing coherent.
Stop that. I can feel the penetrating glare coming from you. I know you’re waiting on me. I am, too.
My words have gone, flown away for a well-needed holiday. What good does that do me?
It doesn’t. I’m left stranded here day after day staring at the blank screen, and expecting the words to show.
Much like this post. Are you bored yet?
The clock keeps ticking like a penetrating beat reminding me of the time I’m wasting. The sun melds with the moon more often than I’d like. I have nothing to show for the days gone by besides a frustration headache. I’m pushing back deadlines again and again. I’m running on empty.
You know the film Pirates of the Caribbean? Yeah, it’s awesome, right? Sorry, sidetracked. Anyway, you remember the pirate guy that’s always chasing after his wooden eye?
Yeah? That’s me, trying to find my brain, but the sneaky monkey keeps running off with it. The task is admittedly too big for one person. I need your help.
The last time I checked, my brain was occupied with thoughts of Luna and Riley getting ready to battle the next obstruction in their lives. If you find it, it’ll probably come with a warning label: Welcome to Crazy, population one.
Anyway, I’m so confused in my own head space that I can’t even remember what the point of this post was supposed to be.
I bet you’re glad you wasted time reading it now.
P.S. There’s irony to this post, if you can find it of course. 😉