This is what I found when I searched for brain enema. I also got Thor, a heavy metal band from the 80s. Enough said. My brain is still clogged up with all the words I didn’t write last year. Every day for the last month or three, I’ve tossed them around like a salad and tried to serve them up. Every day, I’ve ignored my healthy diet of self expression and loaded up on cheap internet carbs and stodgy domestic duties. Sweet, eh.
I hereby swear to post until I’ve unblocked my brain. Life is full of open tickets and I’m like an intern on the helpdesk. I’m still not certain if it’s OCD or procrastination, but I can’t sit and write until I’ve cleared my way to the desk. By then I’m mentally drained and turn on the distractions.
American bureaucracy is in a league of its own. I spent all of last week arranging a new dentist for the family and following up on asthma appointments. We’ve all had the first round of appointments which required 1 hour of paperwork EACH and each visit has spawned a minimum of one more visit (and in some cases 3!). I also have filled out 13 pages of school forms and still haven’t updated medication and insurance details for 2 of 3 kids. And preliminary camp forms… there goes another day.
OK. I am making post-its and lists and crossing shit off, but I must start putting writing first for a while, so that I can START THINKING AGAIN. Of course, the new year period has been dogged by MY COMPUTER INSISTING THAT IT WOULD NO LONGER OPEN STUFF. Not until I’d filed, archived or trashed some things. I think that says it all.