Here we go again...

No doubt you've noticed a rather pathetic theme running through the posts on this blog recently--something to do with writer's block, and lack of thinking power, and the absence of inspiration, and just plain all around nothingness. 

 

Well, it's true.  Miss March is in a writing funk...again.  (And, yes, I know you're probably sick of hearing about her writing woes, but please bear with her. She must find a vent for her frustrations somewhere.)  

Let me put it this way.  Though Miss March is a very organized person, and generally not prone to misplacing things, yet of late she seems to have acquired an uncanny knack for  losing her head (or brain, or mind, or marbles...whichever expression you prefer), just about every single day.  In other words, she feels on the verge of insanity.  (Not to over dramatize or anything...ha!)

 

This is, of course, very careless of Miss March, as everyone knows a person cannot function too well without a head, nor think very well without a brain, nor reason at all without a mind.  And as to losing one's marbles!  Well, that's just sad...

 

...The game's no fun if you haven't got marbles.  :(

I'm sorry to say that Miss March, while being fully aware of her sad predicament, has as yet no clear idea how to remedy the situation because--obviously--her mind is in such a jumble of a state that there's hardly a clear thought in her head at all.

It's not that she's lacking inspiration, altogether, I mean she has a lot of post ideas--probably too many--but for some reason whenever she tries to write them down she feels like she's hitting her head against a stone wall.  The thoughts just won't flow.  And when she does get something out, it doesn't seem worth publishing so it just sits in the drafts and becomes another of those unfinished projects which loom threateningly over her head like a huge dark thunder cloud.  Then, too, the constant reminder that there are other writing projects aside from blogging which also demand her attention, has a provoking tendency to paralyze her and hinder her from accomplishing anything.

What to do?  Oh! what to do? 

She told her brother the other day that she feels like a "time bomb just waiting to go off."  What she meant by this statement is not altogether clear, unless she was referring to the fact that she could at any moment explode into a flood of tears, and officially become a nervous wreck.  (But perhaps she's that already...)

Anyway, I guess the reason I'm rambling on about all this is because I'd like you to know--to set your mind at ease--that if Miss March suddenly disappears for  a time and you don't hear much from her, it's nothing to worry about.  Nothing serious.  She probably just hit her head against the wall a bit too hard and gave herself  a concussion, or dissolved into tears and drowned in them, or just decided to shut her mouth and stop talking because she's not making much sense at this point and shows very little hope of improving in that area anytime in the near future.

So that's that. 

(Really, though, things aren't as bad as they appear from this rant--or perhaps they are...but, hey, I'm trying to be a little positive here.  ;)  I wouldn't worry about or sympathize with Miss March too much.  She's just having a fit of her usual writing problems, that's all, and she needs to learn to deal with them and stop being such a grumpy face about it.  So now.) 

 

I fear you have long been desiring my absence.  I shall leave you now. 

 

Good-night!