If Anyone Sees My Brain

I seem to have had one of those days where my brain appears to be somewhere else. I was super organised last night, putting all my things together for today (listening to my mothers wise words for once) and thinking right all set for the new week. However someone forgot to tell my brain this morning.

Somehow this morning it took forever to do anything, ever get one of those days? I almost gave up and went back to bed at one point, especially when my fiance woke up and said “shouldn’t you have left already?” Even his half asleep brain seemed more awake than mine!

Writing goes like this for me too, some days I can write pages and pages, other days it’s like pulling teeth, trying to coax my muse out with all manner of tricks, exercises and even chocolate all to no avail. Days like that I just feel like saying “Never mind start again tomorrow” The only worry then is what if tomorrow is like it as well? It’s even more stress inducing when you have a deadline looming. Anyone who has sat and attempted to write an essay the night before submission deadline will testify to that one.

I admit it I still struggle with that other bad habit I can only assume other writers get, worrying about stuff too much. It goes hand in hand with my procrastination. “I’m not sure it’s good enough, perhaps I should just not bother and go and do something else. But what if it is alright really and I miss an opportunity to get something published?” Even silly things like “Is that how you spell that word? Am I even using it in the right context? What good is a writer who doesn’t know how to spell?!”

Maybe I should send the worrying side of me on holiday for a few days, perhaps that is where my brain has gone. It’s stuck a note to the fridge in a Shirley Valentine moment and left me for some exotic clime. If that’s the case if anyone see’s it, ask it to send me a ticket too!