See, I’ve had so many false starts lately it’s hard to know for sure. I get a thought with all the earmarks of a genuine, bona fide idea and race to my computer, all jazzed to get it written and posted. Half an hour later, dejected and hair awry, I realize it was nothing but a brain fart. A red herring.
So what makes me think this one’s real? Well, I’m on the third paragraph, aren’t I? I usually can’t make it past the first few awkward, disjointed sentences before I lose my train of thought or start to hate the idea or just get bored and wander away. I can’t keep blaming writer’s block or blog funk, either.
No, I blame my troubles on poor navigation. Seriously. Turns out everything has been heading in the exact wrong direction; enthusiasm and motivation and page views have all been going south when they should’ve been going north. D’oh.
How did this happen? I suspect the gps lady; I think she’s out to get me. I just don’t trust anyone that damn cheerful, you know? She happily sends me down one blind alley after another. Well, not this time, lady. I’ll find my own way back, thank you.
Maybe I’ll book a seat on the next flight of fancy or catch the next train of thought. Heck, maybe I’ll hitchhike. I’d better get going, though, because I really don’t like this place. It’s scary and it smells bad.
Now, as the gps dame says, “recalculating.”