It’s been months since I’ve had the motivation to write this blog. Well not exactly. I’d love to write it, if only I had something to say. I feel like my zombie kids have sucked my brains out, and now all that’s left of me is the box ticker. I drive people where they need to go, cook the food, bake the bread, read the emails, organize the this & that, try to keep little fingers out of noses…
Sometimes I think I write best when I’m blue. I’m more lyrical, more descriptive, more plaintive. (Oh, how I love being plaintive. When I sing, too.) But lately when I’ve been blue, the subject matter has been too volatile and private to write about in a public forum. (I mean, there might theoretically be someone who is still reading this…)
Maybe someone could give me a writing prompt. I feel like I just have to get purposeful and habitual about writing. Anyone, anyone?
February 26, 2012 at 7:57 am |
Well, I’m still reading. I’m sorry you’re feeling “brain-eaten.” If you wanted to talk about that (to share with this non-mother what it feels like, or say whatever else you wanted to say about it), I’d certainly listen.
Otherwise, how about something more general about the different roles you play: mother, of course, but also daughter, performer, life partner, etc.?
February 26, 2012 at 3:41 pm |
I’m in a writing desert, too. I think my best writing is born out of blue-ness, too. All I do is work and take care of kids. Not much to write about. Blah.