Thinking…

Posted on by writerchick

Been doing a lot of thinking lately. Sometimes that’s good. Sometimes that’s annoying. Right now, it’s annoying. I’m not really in a thinking mood, you know?

I’d really rather just bum around, enjoy Spring, the sunshine, the birds, the flowers, my ever expanding garden – but….

My darn mind won’t turn off. Everything I see, seems to have some deeper meaning in it. Or maybe it’s all just too serious right now. I’d love to find that goofy, ain’t life a joke flow again. I could stand riding it all the way to the end.

Isn’t it funny how things come in waves? Maybe in life, but definitely as a writer. No matter how much I try to direct my mind and my attention onto a specific mind-set it simply won’t cooperate. It just wants to ponder and think and consider and all that really boring stuff.

What a bother. A mind that refuses to stop thinking. Damn my mind. Damn it all to hell.

I need to find an adventure.Something stupid and ridiculous. Something that I shouldn’t even consider doing. Something that is way beyond excusable for a woman of my age. Do you think they’ll do a spin-off called “Ancient Idol”?

Suggestions?

WC

5 thoughts on “Thinking…”

  1. My mind hasn’t stopped for days now and yet still I seem to have nothing to say!! Its driving me nuts!
    Kelly

    Well apparently, we have the same malady – since I was driven to the same place. In fact, I think I see you over there drinking coffee. *Waving* Hi, Kel! 😉
    WC

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  2. I hear ya.
    I’ve been up since 2AM.
    Going to be a long day…
    ~m

    Oh no, not a good omen, eh? Long day for sure. Hang tough, buddy.
    WC

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  3. its an eleven! the universe
    calling you where it will.

    sucks doesnt it? lol

    Sorry Aeileen, you lost me (which isn’t hard to do) – what’s an eleven? Is this some sort of numerology thing? Yeah, it does suck – but still, please explain about the eleven part. Thanks.
    WC

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  4. Oh my, I just got out of this. Maybe I gave it to you with my incessant, nagging emails about the meaning of life as a writer. It will pass. And then it will come again. Writing about it helps though, yes?

    I wonder if writing about it does help. It might be better just to ignore it like a bad driver or the pimply faced kid at the MacDonald’s counter. Just one of life’s many annoyances. 😉
    WC

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