I am absolutely stuck.
It’s about ten thirty at night as I lazily type long-winded phrases in the hopes that they total up about five hundred words of something that resembles a singular coherent thought. The weight of the week rests so heavily on my shoulders that I just do not feel like figuring out a topic to scribble/type out my self-inflicted daily word count for today. I just do not have it in me today. I should be almost done by now. Normally, I should be at about four-hundred or four-hundred and fifty words by this time at night. The key word here is “should” as I am not even at three-hundred words, and it is very nearly midnight.
Sorry to anyone who actually follows my daily five-hundred word bogs.
The writing, the good writing with quality substance, is just not happening, folks. I can try, but there is a possibility that five hundred words will not be typed by the time midnight rolls around.
I won’t force it either as I am a firm believer in not forcing words when words will not transfer from my head onto the screen or page.
Normally, I’ve had at least two-hundred fifty words figured out by this time at night and figured. I’ve gone to the gym or jumped on the treadmill by now. Unfortunately, I just cannot figure about the motivation to figure out the right words to say. If I was on top of my normal routine, I would have scribbled out the beginning of some sort of an idea, about one-hundred words or so, before I drove to the gym or worked out at home. On this particular Friday, I just cannot figure out the correct words to say. I don’t know what I should be talking or typing about. There is nothing that is inspiring me to scribble out something of meaningful substance to post for the masses that follow the various blog posts on the WordPress.com website.
On top of this, I still have to do my daily work-out.
My Monday through Friday obligations are pretty simple. Get up, throw on clothing, paint my sleepiness over with as much make-up as my face can take, go to work, work, go home, eat, work out, type out my daily blog, and go to bed to repeat the process. Hell, my weekends usually proceed in a similar fashion. I try to plan out my blog ahead of time, but that rarely seems to work out in the long run. If I am a little bit ambitious, I will be able to get out about two-hundred words of a good solid idea regarding something that affected me that particular day. Unfortunately, there are some days where life and its obligations stress me out so much that I avoid even my self-inflicted daily obligations to ease my stress.
It’s Friday, and I just cannot find the effort to finish out my self-inflicted obligations.
I just want to relax and rest today.