Urgh. I tried to write a funny post showing my train of thoughts from last night, but you know what? It wasn’t funny at all. And after those gut-busting Hyperbole and a Half links, I just can’t bear to fail at funny.
So here’s the deal: Monday I got squat done. Well, correction: I got a LOT done, but none of it was for me. Then last night I had the house to myself (Andy started a new class for his MBA program) and I decided to write from dinner until Life Unexpected. This was more or less how it went:
Yay let’s write!
Wait a minute, this is hard…
Wtf am I doing?
Crap, I guess I just have to try.
Well, maybe this isn’t so bad…
Hey, it’s been 2 hours, and I wrote 800 words, and they mostly don’t suck!
Honestly, it was the best feeling in the world, and I practically danced around the house all night. (Okay, in reality I sat on the couch with my dog and watched TV, but you know, same difference.) Anyway, I wish I could bottle that feeling and take a sip whenever I’m feeling “stuck,” but since I can’t, I’ll just have to come back to this post and focus on that last, museum-worthy image.