Type. Pause. Highlight. Delete.
I've been sitting here trying to type something intelligent in response to a prompt over at Sunday Scribblings. No go. There is no intelligence to be found flowing from my brain through to these stumbling fingers.
It might be that I am trying to watch a Discovery Health channel show on musical savants.
It might be that I had a late nap. I was unable to resist; my bed was calling me like a siren. It felt so good to listen to that siren song but my head is befuddled now.
I might be that this is Day 12 of NaBloPoMo and as happens when I exercise, there invariably comes a point where I just want to quit. It hurts and all I can do is think of reasons to stop. With experience, though, I have learned to push on. There is a reward at the end.
I am frustrated though that I am talking about NaBloPoMo. I don't want to have every other post be a post about posting. Ya know what I mean?
I am also self-conscious as I write this because a couple of people are going through all the NaBloPoMo participants and categorizing them as well as highlighting a few that stand out. The "Ls" are coming up. I don't care whether or not I get a mention for standing out in a good way. But I do not want to be one of the ones who draws their negative attention for using a pale font on a white background or for announcing the arrival of her menstrual cycle in a post. I've got a pretty decent blog design going on (Thanks Izzy!) but a post about not having anything to post. I'm afraid... very afraid.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, we come to the awkward part of this blog conversation when it is clear there isn't any more to say but the conversation has been clunky and unsatisfactory and how do you end it?
Oh brother! I am glad that tomorrow I have my faithful Sleeping with Bread meme to fall back on.