That’s how I feel right now. Numb. Can’t think. Can’t do. Can’t write.
Oh, how that feels. It’s awful. Torture. Okay, so maybe I’m going a little over the top, but for someone who breathes each day just to write, not feeling like writing is a pretty low spot to be in.
And what great timing, what with NaNoWriMo in full swing. Do you know how many words I have down, 1859. Yep. Heading into day 5 and I have less than 2,000 words. Now normally, I wouldn’t be too fussed. It’s better than zero right? But, the way I’m feeling I know anything else right now is going to be a struggle. Or a bonus. Glass half empty, half full scenario.
It all started on Monday evening around 6pm, when a little bug, let’s call him ‘Gastro’, decided to rip my insides apart and expel the entire contents of my stomach and bowels in the bathroom. And that’s putting it nicely.
I won’t gore, or bore, you with the details. But just know, it has also taken all of my mojo, ideas, inspiration and motivation with it.
Even this post, possibly the worst one ever written, is like…, like, almost impossible. (See couldn’t even think of an analogy!)
I know the cure is to just sit down and write, no matter how much like the contents of my toilet bowel it looks like on the page. Get back on the bike, the horse, the keyboard.
I know my mojo will return (hopefully with a whole bunch of amazing story ideas).
And I know the feeling of a hopeless, sorry-for-myself-loser will pass.
Until then, I.. I don’t know.
Other idea’s I contemplated to title this post.
– Worst blog post ever
– My shortest ever post
– Post least likely to resonate with anyone, even a hamster
– Mojo, mojo, where for art thou mojo?
– The one that definitely won’t get filed under ‘posts to make you think’
– Blogger fails in lamest attempt at (toilet) humour
– This is what blogging for the sake of blogging looks like