I can't wait to get on the computer and pound one out**. I'm practically salivating at the idea of expressing myself as some one other than Mom, Queen of Time Outs and Sippy Cups.
Then shit hits the fan. Literally in some cases. One second I'm fantasizing about living up to my potential and then some and the next I'm chasing Kieran around with Perry under my arm, a diaper in my hand, the phone pinned between my shoulder and ear and Amanda chasing me,
Brilliant thoughts?
Vanished.
I've taken to writing an idea down when I get one. In fact I have a short list sitting on top of my computer right now.
I have no idea where I was heading with those strikes of lightning. They'll stay right where they are until I get around to throwing them out. Who knows, maybe I'll remember what I was thinking some time between now and then. 6 months from now if I'm lucky.
PS- Thanks for the inspiration Amy. Your writer's block was not for naught***.
PPS- While previewing this post. Flock, my browser crashed. Twice.
*When my truck isn't being possessed by an evil demon that causes the fuel pump to go catatonic with fear.
**Yeah, that sounded dirty to me too.
***Say it with me now, " Oooh, fancy word".
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