Cross-legged.
Legs on the mattress or hanging off onto the floor?
Maybe I should lay down.
How does Facebook look since 5 minutes ago? The same.
Did I get any e-mail? Nope.
What did I want to do anyway?
Facebook? Still boring.
My arm is falling asleep and my back hurts. Laying down sucks. Maybe it's better on the other side.
Oh, yeah, it's Tuesday, so I need to churn out an entry or three for that blogging class. I really should be doing that every day.
Ooh! I have comments!
Ooh, none of them are from anyone in my actual group, just from friends!
In fact, out of my group, umm, nobody has posted.
No wonder it's so hard to do this every day.
Ok, to business. What the hell was I going to write about?
No idea. Roommate says write about the local elections. I don't even know anything about them. I guess that makes me part of the problem.
Maybe I need music. What am I in the mood for? Rather, for what am I in the mood?
Who made that preposition rule anyway?
Ugh, why is that still in my library?
Okay, nothing too distracting, don't want to disturb my waves of inspiration.
Right. Inspiration.
...
Maybe I need some tea.
::Kitchen intermission::Okay. Have tea, have music, I have given myself the perfect environment for writing inspiration.
And still have no idea.
Facebook is still boring. I couldn't possibly care less what my friend's dad is doing in Vampire Wars.
Ooh, did my phone vibrate?
Nope.
Focus. What should I write about?
Maybe I need different music.
No, this is fine... You're not focusing on the matter at hand.
I rarely do, and I like it that way, thank you.
Why don't I just write about this process?
Brilliant.
I think I need more tea first.
Haha! Don't you love it when things like that happen?
ReplyDeleteOr perhaps you could write about your proh-ses-seez. Nice post. Even if it's hard to motivate yourself to write these blogs for class, I always look forward to reading them. And sometimes writing should be its own joy, comments or no comments.
ReplyDeleteAlso, you've made me consider my process. It involves a ridiculous amount of self-googling to make sure I exist. This is followed by assorted oddball googling. I google things like poodle trivia and the pros/cons on whether miniature pigs are good pets and whether a pinging feeling above the ears a sign of a brain tumor. Then I news surf and dream shop(boots!). Then I sulk back to google, where I check myself for vital signs. When I'm sure I still exist, I do one round of self loathing quickly followed by one round of grandstanding and then, after a lot of coffee and Oreos, a few words trickle out. And then a few more. And then more.
Writing's fun! Isn't it? Isn't it?