I walked a half mile to the library to write, completely motivated. Sat down, pulled out my computer, started my Spotify Writing Playlist, and opened my writing program.
Nothing. It all came to a screeching halt. Dammit.
It does not help, though, that I am currently sitting next to a thinner, slightly older version of George R. R. Martin.
I am one of the worst people when it comes to writing. I have such a short-term memory that, if I don’t write something down immediately after thinking it, it is lost forever. Or, until a similar situation jogs that memory out of its hiding place. Which rarely happens…. I have started carrying around a piece of paper or small notebook with me everywhere. Has it helped? Not really, because I tend to forget I wrote it down in my notebook and I am back where I started!
This is why I can’t have nice things.
Writing is one of the few things I can do moderately well – it is right up there with managing my instagram account, breathing, and walking. Scratch walking –
I totally tripped on thin air on my way to the library.
And, because I am moderately good at writing (rather than the speaking of the words) my focus tends to wander because there is just so much to see and do.