I blog here at Women and Words every Thursday, and I have found that Wednesday sneaks up on me very quickly. And then I scramble to find something to write about.
Some weeks I draw a complete blank, and this gets me wondering whether I have anything useful to say at all. I think about all the projects that I have going on right now and how it is that I can’t pull some useful nugget out of all that.
Well, I probably could, but for one reason or another, I can’t talk about some of it. At least, not yet.
Maybe I’ll mention here that my writers’ group, The Penheads, is working on our second collection of stories. Or vaguely drop the word that I’m working on the second book in a series. Or that I have two nonfiction projects going on simultaneously. Or that there are behind-the-scenes happenings with Order Up, the follow-up anthology to All You Can Eat. But wait! There’s more!
I think that when you have that much going on, your brain—well, my brain—goes on some kind of lockdown. Don’t get me wrong, I get that “oh my god it’s Wednesday and I have nothing for Women and Words” thing every week, but when things pile up like this, my brain gets particularly foggy. It’s inevitable for me to have evenings when I sit down after having some dinner and go into a fugue state. I just stare off into space because I have so much to do, I don’t know what to do first. And so I do nothing. And then I freak out because I’m doing nothing. When, meanwhile, if I just took some time to do nothing, I wouldn’t be so stressed out.
Okay, you see where my head is taking me. I’ve had absolutely nothing useful to say here this week, but at least you understand why. So, I’ll just leave you at this point and go have a drink. Have a great weekend.