The last three weeks have been especially…um…what’s the word? Tough? Every day I walk my wife to work and every day when I walk back, I have about 27 minutes of think time. I float home with auto-pilot engaged and I think of what I am going to center my blog post around. If you’re keeping score, it’s been a while since I’ve put pen to paper, as it were.
Every day I have great ideas: My Welsh friend’s melodious way of saying ‘puncture’. How the air around the Europol building has smelled of fried chicken twice in the last week. The ratcheting clankiness of most bicycles around here.
Every day I triumphantly take the elevator up to our apartment and I’m buzzing with words that need to be read by the Internet. But, every day, once the key is inserted and I walk through the threshold, something slides the eraser knob over my Magna-Doodle brain. It might be feline related.
This is not a one-off thing. It’s been happening for three weeks now. I know it’s going to happen. But I can’t stop it. I try to avoid being blank-slated by the powers that be in our apartment by concentrating on a good topic. I focus and lock it in my head. But as I enter the apartment, the blog post simply dissipates like when you try to remember the details of a dream in the morning.
People have told me that serious writers always have a notepad and pen handy. Well, I’m not that serious and I have this weird thing about having stuff in my pockets. Even carrying around house keys, cell phone and wallet encumbers me–and forget about loose change. I have tried to use my phone as my digital notepad because most phones these days have a notepad application, usually called notepad. Though, somewhere in the process of unlocking the phone, finding the correct app, giving it a title, typing out some notes (clumsily I might add because I have fat thumbs) and saving, my mind wanders off abandoning the slippery idea it had briefly held.
In the case of the phone not working for me, I blame my popularity. Because as frequently as I have an idea worth wrestling over with my phone, I have a message as manifested by email, Whatsapp, SMS or software update. They’re usually software updates. I also blame good old fashioned laziness. I know it’s going to be tough to actually make it to the part where I am ‘typing’ my ‘ideas’ on the ‘notepad’. So, I just convince myself that the idea sucked.
But if Europol smells like fried chicken again, I’m asking for some.
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