When A Writer Starts Losing It

So Friday afternoon (yesterday) rolled around. I had finished up the day job and caught up with blogs and laundry. And I had Saturday’s (today’s) blog post all ready to go. I was ready for the weekend.

And then I checked the calendar. The subject of that Saturday post doesn’t take place until April 14th. I didn’t have a post for April 7th, after all. I had gotten ahead of myself. D’oh!

So instead of doing something fun—a beta read of a fellow blogger’s manuscript—I’m scrambling to write a post for the morning. And how many people will even be blogging this weekend? But I set a schedule, as the blog gods dictate we should do, and I’m doing my darndest to keep to it.

But this has me wondering. What happened to my normally well-prepared and logical brain? Is it just normal aging? Or has the creative side started to take over, pushing logic and reason aside? Sometimes that’s a good thing—like when I’m working on the novels. But I still need the rational side, too—you know, the side that remembers what day it is and what I’m supposed to do at work and when to pay the bills. So unless the creative side is going to take on those duties, it better play nice with the logical, reasonable me.

Did I ignore the creative side so long that it’s taking revenge on me now that it’s been allowed to speak out loud? I prefer this scenario to some smart aleck saying, “No, you’re just getting old.”

It hurts. It might have to come out.

Better bloggers would have used this experience to come up with a witty new post. And they would have done it in a matter of minutes and then immediately have been rewarded with Freshly Pressed status for their awesome talents. That’s not how it happens in my universe, though. Here, it’s sit at the computer and wonder where the good ideas are hanging out—undoubtedly at the cool bloggers’ houses on a Friday evening.

I refuse to put it down to aging. I’m going to blame the early spring and thus early allergy onset. My eyes are dry and scratchy, and the lime-green dusting of pollen on the cars is probably lining my sinuses and throat, too. If we can get a good rain to wash out the air, I’ll be good as new. And the good news is I have next Saturday’s post finished. I can devote more time to writing and beta reading next week.

Maybe every cloud does have a silver lining. But I’d really appreciate it if it could drop a nice rain shower in the next day or two.

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Enjoy your weekend, everyone!