So this post has no title. (By the time you read it, it will.) Because I have nothing to say. You know why? I have too much to say. I know, a contradiction- perhaps even a paradox. If I’m not mistaken, paradoxes that have no resolution tend to end in some sort of earth-destroying apocalypse. (What can I say? I’m a fantasy writer.)
The problem is, I’m having difficulties resolving my own problems. Blogging helps. But not when I’m blogging about the same damn thing all the time. Which just tells me I suck at solving my own problems.
So what to do, what to do? There is also another problem. I know EXACTLY what I want to blog about, the most phenomenal blogs you’ve ever thought were possible to read, the greatest writing of all time- while I’m in my car. By the time the engine is off, all that genius has withered away into “woe-is-me” and “Yes, I’m on time by the minute!”
Maybe I should do a blog about the panic attacks I have when I arrive to my destination early. No, not late (although, I feel endlessly guilty for arriving late in certain places) but I literally panic if I arrive early. For instance, if I arrive at my client’s house before it’s time to clock in, it’s that awkward silence, those few minutes that drive me insane, make my heart pound, make me want to run. This, my friends, is why you will rarely ever find me arriving early for anything. Maybe it’s because of pent-up nervousness, maybe it’s the awkward silences, or I just don’t like being left alone in my head when I’m anticipating something. I’ll walk in on the dot on time almost every time, and that’s just how I roll. I can no more explain it than I can explain listening to “It’s A Party in the USA” by Miley Cyrus when it came on the radio today, even though I despise that song and it gets stuck in my head for hours. (That was close to twelve hours ago and it’s still going around, and around, and around.) So anyone with insight or a similar freakish habit I’ll be glad to hear your feedback! Just don’t tell me I’m crazy, I’m well aware of that one, and repetition annoys me 😉
Squeaky, squeaky, squeak…
Well, I’m off to go to bed. Why? I’m sleepy, and I’m having a hard time finishing the novel I’m working on at the moment and need to figure it out. And tomorrow, I’m reserving for marketing my first book and hyping it up (Why not be honest? It’s a good book.) I could also use a little time to sleep on my lack of problem-solving skills.
No, no wait. I have great problem-solving skills. Just not MY problems.
Ah… needless to say, I may be nearly dozing as we speak, but I don’t want to sleep. Why?
Because that damn song is still stuck in my head, and I don’t want it to be what sings me to sleep tonight.
Good night, my peeps!
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