I’m feeling a bit scattered these days. I can’t focus on anything. I’ve written two different blog entries (three if you count this one), but couldn’t pull either into something coherent. It’s like my brain is full of spaghetti, and every time I reach in to pull something out, it’s a different noodle. There is a lot going on in there, but its just a tangled mass of squiggly deliciousness, and I don’t have the patience to sort it out.
School is now going in earnest. I’ve got my volunteer times designated, my workout times designated, and, most importantly, my writing time designated. But some how, when writing time shows up on the clock, eight other things pop up to distract me. A child is sick, the plumber needs to be called, food needs to be purchased, and on and on.
When you stay at home, other tasks find ways of creeping into the most rigid of schedules. Guilt blinks at you from dirty dishes, full laundry baskets, and leaf-strewn floors. I know, I know, sad little stay-at-home mom problems. I’m not looking for sympathy, just trying to paint the picture for you.
And when I do sit down to write, I have a million ideas, a dozen characters clamoring for attention, and so many twists Chubby Checker would get tired (raise your hand if you got that one). So I keep yanking out ideas, hoping for the one, glorious meatball idea, round, whole, and perfect.
My writing lately reflects how I clean. I flit from mess to mess, adding a little, moving a little, throwing a little away. Mid-way through, it’s a larger disaster than when I started, kind of like today’s blog (cleaning and spaghetti, where am I going with this, hell if I know). Then, somehow, it all comes together into one cohesive room, blog, dish (and bam, there it is – kinda).
So, dear reader, perhaps my wandering mind isn’t such a bad thing, as long as I keep working. Now, who wants some spaghetti?
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