I am back to last week’s malady: posting the next morning for the day before. I just couldn’t make myself do it. Full disclosure: I did not try very hard. Let us not delve into the sordid reasons why I was having a Bad Attituesday (OK, they were not exactly sordid, but I felt the need to be dramatic just then) (regular readers will understand) (did you notice how I refrained from calling you Shirley? That was what I first typed in) (I don’t have to explain that joke, do I?) (but I digress).
So I guess this is going to be a post with lots of parenthetical comments, to disguise the fact that, as usual, I got nuthin’. In fact, I had a few things I could type about yesterday, but, as I mentioned, I lacked the oomph. I think that is one thing writers need above all other things: Oomph. Where exactly does one get oomph?
Ah yes, I was afraid somebody would say that it comes from within. I have known for years that motivation follows action. You can sit there and say, “I just don’t feel like it,” or you can start to do whatever “it” is, and soon you will feel motivated to continue. Well, if that magic formula worked every time, we would not continue to feel so discouraged when we just didn’t feel like doing it, now, would we? Because it cannot be denied that it does not always work.
However, today it seems to be working out just fine for me. Here I am over 250 words. It could be the addition of coffee that is responsible. Or it could be that these are, I admit it, not particularly inspired words. I was going to say “interesting,” but how do I know what other people are interested in? To each his own, as the old lady said when she kissed the cow. If you have read thus far, thank you for playing. I hope you’ll tune in later today for what might turn out to be yet another Wuss-out Wednesday Post.