For my Non-Sequitur Thursday post, I thought I would address how my Wuss-out Wednesday post was actually published on Tuesday.
I suppose the shortest explanation would be one of my favorites: Shit happens. However, that would make for a rather short blog post, and it doesn’t really explain anything. A slightly longer explanation might be that I’m not very bright or that I was awfully tired. Explanations are so tiresome.
The funny thing is, because I have never fixed the time thingy on my WordPress account, the post has Wednesday’s date, July 27. I suppose I could just stay still about it and hope nobody notices, but at least one of my Facebook friends already did. Also, this seemed like a good thing to write about for Non-Sequitur Thursday.
It is really difficult to write anything these days. Is it the hot, humid weather? Menopausal brain fog? My general sadness and discouragement? I think all of the above are factors.
Of course, one must persevere. I learned that from running. One observation I feel bound to make, however, is that it is much easier to persevere when running than when writing. Really, running is so much easier! All you have to do is move your feet. OK, sometimes my body does not want to cooperate. But it has never just sat down on the sidewalk and refused to move. Once I start running, I can almost always persevere. With writing, not so much.
I know, according to this thinking, I ought to be running marathons by now. We all know that is not the case. In my defense, I remind you that I did say “Once I start running.” Getting started is half the battle. I’m sure some of you are gearing up to chirp, “Well, that’s true of writing, too.” Sometimes it is. But sometimes not so much. Sometimes I get started and can’t get much more than a sentence or two. Sometimes I am going great guns when suddenly, I’m not.
For example, this blog post. I started out without too much difficulty, I kept going for several paragraphs, stringing over 300 words together, and suddenly… I am not only inclined to stop, I’m wondering if I should erase this whole thing and start over again. Unfortunately, I can’t do that. I have to get ready for rehearsal for Much Ado About Nothing. We’re meeting at the zoo tonight, and I have to drive myself there. After getting my costumes together and looking over my lines again. Sorry, no more time to blog!