Hello, awesome readers!
Yesterday was Monday and I have a confession to make: Mondays suck.
Yes, I know you’ve already figured that out but sometimes it just feels good to say it out loud. Also, it makes Tuesdays suck a little less since technically Friday is still far, far away. (Past Schrek. In another galaxy.)
So why the rehash on an already common fact, especially coming from me – also known as Ms. There’s-always-more-water-in-the-tap-so-who-cares-if-the-glass-is-half-full-or-half-empty?
In theory, yesterday was a great day because I got to work on my book.
In reality, yesterday was one of those “my mind is broken” days because I just couldn’t focus.
Note from the hamster: This is the part where she tries to blame me for the fact that she’s not Stephen King.
Why couldn’t I focus, you ask?
Partly because the hamster wouldn’t shut up but mostly because I’m not Stephen King.
(Shut up, hamster.)
I also believe that every once in a while this interplanetary phenomenon thing happens that completely messes up any laws associated with focusing abilities. It’s like the law of magnetism gone haywire. And when I say “once in a while” I mean every second day. (Writing is HARD, people!)
To top it off there was this fly in my office yesterday that kept buzzing around me and every time I got up to grab a magazine with the intention of squishing the little bastard, he would hide somewhere until I sat down at my computer again. This happened pretty much all day, giving me the cardio workout I wasn’t looking for. At one point I even broke out in a sweat from frustration.
“There’s a REASON why I subscribe to all these magazines, Mr. Fly!”
I didn’t realize how ridiculous I looked until I noticed the dogs rolling their eyes at each other.
(In my defense, I’m pretty sure I noticed a tiny Olympic gold medal around that fly’s neck. Also, it had Einstein hair.)
All this lack of focus made me wonder if writers are the only people who suffer from this sort of thing. We’ve all heard of writer’s block but has anyone ever heard of accountant’s block? Or administrative assistant’s block? Yeah, that’s what I thought. There’s no such thing.
Today is TUESDAY.
And I did get that fly in the end.
Even Brighter Side:
I also managed to write the first draft of an entire chapter but it took two glasses of wine and a dead fly for me to get momentum.
Also, I read somewhere that Stephen King suffers from something similar on special occasions.
Note from the hamster: She is so lying. She never read that.
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