It has happened, the dreaded block. I have had about fifty ideas run through my head, but they have all been going too fast for me to catch any of them. I have tried calling them back and offering them a biscuit, but they have no recall training and have run away into a field, chasing a feather or something.
I tried treating the problem with the liberal application of Ben and Jerry’s. Now I have a runny nose, I feel a bit sick and I am still not inspired. I really want to say something that might be interesting or amusing to someone. Instead I am a dull void.
Maybe this is because I am running on three hours sleep, and every time that I try to put my thoughts in order, my poor little dribble face baby remembers that he is teething. He is shouty. I have mistaken this for hunger a couple of times and offered him feeds, I have super sore nipples now. Baby chomp of doom is a powerful force to be reckoned with. That is also quite distracting.
So today this will have to be my blog. I did wonder if just mashing my face into the keyboard would somehow make genius flow out of me that I couldn’t make sit still long enough to write with my hands…..
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Now I can’t speak every language that there is, but I don’t think that means anything in any of them. Also rubbing your face on a keyboard feels weird.
Been there a gazillion times! Well done for writing summit anyway xx
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