I pride myself on being a pretty good multi-tasker. A few nights ago, for example, I tweezed my eyebrows, emptied the dishwasher, wrapped presents and watched VH-1’s Best Week Ever all while carrying on an in-depth conversation with my girlfriend about cheap but tasteful holiday gifts and school field trips. However, I’m lousy with multi-tasking when it comes to writing.
I used to think that I write better when I’m sad. Upon reflection, though, I know it has less to do with a mood but more to do with activity. On those occasions I’m feeling low, I eat something crunchy/cheesy followed by something ice-cream-y/chocolate-y and zone out. It’s those times that I shift from “doing” to “thinking” that the creative juices begin to flow.
A few months ago, some exciting things began happening in my life – namely new jobs for me and my fella and the purchase of our first home. (Woo hoo!) Over time, things became increasingly more hectic. For the first time in a long time, I found myself in the unusual position of having run out of things to say. Blogging (sad to say) became a chore, rather than a nice little way to exercise my mind and put my ergonomic keyboard to good use. So, I put Blogging behind me, not knowing whether or not I would come back.
A few weeks ago, though, I stared having little pangs – those thoughts that come to you in those final few moments of consciousness before sleep. Something funny or interesting would cross my mind. I would think to myself, “I wonder if this is blog-worthy?”
So, I’m back. Let’s see where this goes…
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