Picture it your favourite ghoul next door, your heroine of zombie goo, the Book Dork herself and naughty librarian to a select few X-Division wrestlers just the other week who was complaining I had to create projects to do just to have something to do, now has so much work I have no idea where to start.
Just an hour ago I was trying to get organized and had about 10 different ideas for stuff buzzing around my moth stained brain, thinking I need to write this story line down before I forget and I want to make this item into an article for DivineCaroline and as I sit down at the Mac laptop, I can't think for the life of me what the hell I was wanting to talk about.
You know what I'm saying.
It's worse then writers block it's like all the brain power I had going on totally shut out on me. I ended up starting at my blog for about 10 minutes in drool mode thinking "AAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAA" like white noise or something was coming from my mouth.
So then I just started typing.