Sometimes I stare at a blank page for hours waiting desperately for some sort of inspiration to strike me out of the blue.
I'm chock full of words, filled to the brim with ideas but there are times when I can't think of an opening sentence for the life(more) of me. I get stuck before I even start.
It isn't always my fault and I will go to the grave insisting this is truth.
I'll get myself all settled in, everything I need within arm's reach so I can write without interruption.
Yeah, because that's gonna happen, no interruptions... but I digress.
Wait a minute, I take that back, I don't digress.
Because when I get right down to it, interruptions are 94.7% responsible for my inability to churn out words.
Interruptions of the canine and feline kind are acceptable, it's interruptions of the human kind that are intolerable.
Apparently, for some people who shall remain nameless just in case they read this, life doesn't go on unless I've been consulted.
If I had an opening sentence for each time someone asks me "should I?" or "what do you think I should do/eat/wear?" ex cetera, I would have an entire library full of opening sentences because it never ends there.
One question leads to another question leads to me going stark raving mad and close to the edge of sanity.
Before I know it I'm off on someone else's tangent, solving someone else's problems while my life piles up into a clutter of nothing accomplished.
So here's the deal, leave me alone ok?
Man-up, woman-up, human-up, however you want to put it, it all boils down to the same thing; just because I don't have a 9-5 thing going on doesn't mean I'm to be used as an appliance.