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Really, Brain?!? Really?!??
mcdougherty, mike dougherty
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I am having a difficult time getting through anything. I am sucking at finishing this Zombie novel I'm working on for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). I can't wrap my thoughts around some solid ideas for getting Browncoats: Redemption in the hand of every single geek (like me) that I can so we can do something amazing for the charities we are supporting. I have that I am using the word can't so much, but my brain is going about 10,000,000,000, and a few more zeros tacked on there for good measure, a second with ideas going all over the place.

I'm sitting in the Cafe section of a Borders with Kelly who's effortlessly journaling away and I feel like I am having uber A.D.D. Happy fun time, but minus the happy and less on the fun. I am in the worst possible place for me to focus without having a set of headphones, which I intelligently left at home. Normally I can put the headphones one, block out the surrounding sounds of people having conversation, some interesting and some that make me want to walk over to scream 'Please stop talking you are sucking the intelligence out of the room, but in a place where resource materials and caffeine are a plenty. Why not move? You might be asking yourself...”Well, how did I get here” sorry. Talking Heads popped into my brain. I would love to move, but I can't think of a place that would help and I really to make sure Kelly has the time she needs to work through/on whatever she has in her head.
 

Ok, enough frustration showing it self as self pity. I need to do something drastic like...oooh look...mocha's for a discount...nom nom nom.



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Oh, Mike. I so understand. I blame my muse for being quiet of late, but it's really not that. It's just that I don't feel like doing anything, so I don't. I watch TV instead of writing (totally different, even if both are physically stationary). I nap instead of walking the dogs. Ugh.

Maybe it's seasonal affective disorder or some other named anomaly, but it's probably just a funk. Sigh...

Hang in there.

One thing I know for sure. This too will pass.

Also?

When you can't run, you walk. When you can't walk, you crawl. And when you can't crawl, you find a Browncoat to carry you...or at least commiserate with you. Here. Have an arm and a smile. Come walk with me a while. We shall endure this path.

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