Here’s my day so far:
I woke up at the crack of dawn, by which I mean to say 8:32am.
I rolled over and tried to sleep while my daughters were screaming about getting their hair done.
At 8:53, Tessa came in and climbed in bed with me. She made me play “alligator” where I pretend to be a big alligator that eats her. Then she jumped on my face.
Next I rolled out of bed and walked downstairs and drank a glass of warm water because I have this thing where I’m trying to get a routine in my life and my brain has decided: drinking warm water in the morning is the perfect routine. Obviously.
Oh wait, before that I did pointless crap on my phone for 57 minutes.
Forgot about that.
Next I came into my office to “write.”
Sometimes, when I say “write” I actually mean ricocheting through endless cycle of checking Facebook, checking email, checking Yahoo News, looking for Youtube clips of authors and artists that inspire me, checking a million blogs that never get updated, etc, etc, etc. over and over and over and over and over until my brain feels like it’s filled with numbness and Q-tips and quicksand and sadness.
All I want to do is write. All my brain wants to do is ANYTHINGBUTWRITE
In case you are wondering, that is NO FUN.
(As you can guess, at this moment I am “writing.”)
I have no idea how to end this.