In The Words Of Ray's Dad . . . Holy Crap!
Ever watch Everybody Loves Raymond? I never did in primetime, but I love watching the reruns. By and far my favorite character is Ray's dad, Frank. Gotta love Frank. Especially when he starts off on Holy crap! Oh yeah, that's how I feel lately. Like I walk around thinking (okay, saying), Holy Crap! all the time.So I got up this morning with the grand intention of blogging something wonderful and enlightening for you, the readers, but when I sat down and stared at the screen, my mind went blank. Like, wipe-the-slate clean blank. I stared at the screen, I tapped my skull, I blog hopped, I drank more coffee. Still nothing. My brain-function registered zero. All the gray matter somehow sucked out of my skull. No matter what I tried, a white page stared back at me, eerily similar to what was going on in my head. Weirdest thing.
Maybe there's a correlation. My brain has been on overload lately. I have about four stories firing off in my head at one time or another. Whole scenes popping into place, some out of order, some in order, some not even in books I'm planning to write. I finally settled down and picked one story to go with and I'm really making progress. Like, In The Zone progress where nothing else matters but getting words down on paper as fast as I can type. And as I move, secondary characters come to life - their backstories, their issues, things I wouldn't in a hundred years need or want to know about them.
It's great. I'm thrilled. I'm not complaining. After struggling the last few months to find my focus, this surge of writing energy is da bomb. But. There's a downside. Obviously. My brain's so busy churning through plot and characters and what come next, it's fried for anything else. This blog? Case in point.
It's also happening at home. My daughter will tell me something, and I'll stare at her for what seems like five minutes before what she's saying registers. It's like I can see her lips flapping, but there's a disconnect between my ears and brain. I'm perpetually walking around with that damn deer in the headlights look on my face. Again, weirdest thing.
So no real topic here today, just me rambling about how strange I am these days. Anyone else ever experience this? Like there's just too much going on in your head and your brain can't process it all? (And, man, I seem to have a fixation on the word like today...)
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posted by Elisabeth Naughton at 9:21 AM
4Comments:
It's definitely overload. My brain does the same thing when I'm pulled too many different directions. At some point, your mind has to shut down to protect itself from explosion!
Nice to know I'm not alone, J. ;)
I've had this happen, too. I usually rearrange furniture and it breaks me out of the funk. lol
I'm like that every day! Dang it isn't normal??? LOL
I'm happy you have been in the zone and writing up a storm. But yeah, when I am deep in a book it seems to take over my brain. Which isn't a hard thing to do. :)
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