I am bored.
Yes, that’s right, I’m bored. I am like a lump on a log that doesn’t care about the book I want to read or the story that needs writing. I can barely keep my eyes open and just feel like a lump of mush, don’t try and move me I’m perfectly happy just sitting here, blah.
Happy? Okay, that’s not the word. I’m neither happy nor unhappy. I’m just blah.
Dig deep and get motivated…ha, and double HA. Leave me be. I’m fine just wallowing in total blahness. Everything just takes up energy and I don’t feel the desire to use any or find any.
Okay, so how is this getting written? Why is this getting written? What’s the point of writing this?
Writing because somewhere behind the blahs and boredom is the writer who cannot walk away from the books to be read or the stories to be written. Behind this cloak of laziness is the struggle to succeed. We all know there are mountains of work to get done…that must get done. Some we actually enjoy doing. Some we try and hide from and some we use as excuses not to get others done.
But in the end, it’s what we don’t get done that bugs us the most. Why would we want to bug ourselves?
Because we’re in the midst of tiredness, blahs, and boredom.
Hey, look what I wrote during the middle of being blah and bored…what could you get done?
You nailed the day. Here it is dismal, gray and VERY windy. I want to write, to do and yet, I sit, sighing. There are bulbs to plant, plants to stick back in the ground and a story screaming to get out and still I sit, an almost empty coffee cup in hand… Yup! I got dem blahs, too. [sips coffee] Empty cup. [sigh] [SIGH]
I certainly experience the blahs along the way, too. And am sometimes content to wallow… Thanks for the great post. I definitly relate!
Okay guys, I think I might have had the blahs once, a long time ago. How do y'all have time to feel blah?
Jan
Thanks, Bob, Katie, Jan, and everyone who's stopped by.
Oh the Blahs come no matter what time or how busy I am. They're like a mind-sludge that I have to wade and struggle through to accomplish what I must.
Sometimes, I just have to give in for a few minutes and let the Blahs think they've pulled me in…catch them off guard and then pull away quickly. Sometimes a full escape, sometimes just up to knees or ankles.
Time for blahs? Oh never, but they keep knocking
🙂
I've been feeling a little blah myself the last few days. Do you suppose it's the change in seasons? Where I live in the Panhandle of Texas, the weather is hot (93) yesterday and then in the mid-70's today. It bounces back and forth until we have our first freeze.
I don't think any or us writers ever totally get away from our writing though. I'm always working on some story line or article idea in my head. Hope your blahs pass soon. 😉
Maybe you just need some R&R. Kick back for a little bit and turn your mind off long enough for it to cool down. You'll probably feel better when you reboot.
What happened was after I wrote this entry, the blahs drifted away. By the time it came up for posting, I wasn't the same person; however, felt it still mattered. Probably why journal writing also works.
I'll also colour with crayons…yes, I just admitted to going back to childhood treasures. Something to step out of what's my norm…then, again, it's become my escape norm.
Now, I'm playing frustration games with hidden formatting which is driving me nuts while I try and load up a simple review or 3….gremlins, but I think I won 😉
Thanks again, Everyone. Love sharing ideas and thoughts.