The other day a friend was lamenting a socially awkward moment or two that she had had (you can read about them here,) she was mortified by her behaviour. I on the other hand was in awe that she had a manuscript ready to be able to shove into someone’s hand socially awkward moment or not. I do not have anything close to a manuscript to be able to shove into anyone’s hand should the opportunity arise.
Here are the reasons why I don’t have a manuscript on hand, well at least these are the reasons I tell myself. It could very well just be the fact that I am bone idle lazy! Though sometimes I procrastinate writing because the house is messy, the floors need cleaning or the kitchen needs scrubbing, I am one of those people that actually struggles to sit and relax and take time to do something for myself when I can see (the keyword is SEE) things that need doing. If I can’t see the things then I am ok with ignoring them. On the other occassions that I do sit down to write and nothing comes out this is an insight into why.
Do you ever have those moments or days where you sit down to write and nothing comes out? Instead you end up down a rabbit hole of dreams distracting you from why you can’t write. Off you go investigating all of those things with one thing leading to another leading to another and to another and before you know it you have lost four hours of your day.
I have tonnes of words and at least three business plans in my head but I can’t get them down on paper because well I need
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Hubby has removed the need for a new computer by updating the insides of the one I have so it is like new and he bought me a pretty skin much cheaper than the ebay ones from Kmart! So I have now lost the computer excuse never fear there are plenty more excuses.
I need somewhere to write. Because currently I sit on the lounge with lappy on my lap tapping away on the keys. Oh I need all the things! I need a desk (because I refuse to share the one the kids have but only use to put crap on it) and I need an office to put the desk in so I better go and scour Pinterest to find the perfect office …
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Then I daydream about new homes, pretty offices, newer houses to where we are now. After that I remember that I listen to the waves crashing at night in summer where we are now, the kids have their friends and their schools here, we have our friends and community here and just like that I am back at the beginning. No words written down, no closer to being emotionally ready to moving and still without the space for an office or pretty new desks around me.
Please tell me that I am not alone in getting lost down the rabbit hole when I should be using that time for other things. More productive things like writing down my story, the book about living with memory loss a carers guide, Ben’s story, or even planning business ideas for Mental Health conferences or a Tea Shoppe.
Oh look pretty fine china for the Tea Shoppe
… and off I tumble again down the rabbit hole of dreams again.
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