Starting a blog was a way for me to challenge myself as a writer and find some cool blogs to follow. To really get going in the blogging world, I thought joining NaBloWriMo would get the old, write-y juices flowing every day. I envisioned myself pumping out words like Steinbeck–a co-worker, who writes sweeping, epic emails.
Not so much.
I have failed to post every day and I have posted lame filler (see For My Dog: Tiny Puppy) just to say I posted. I truly want to post something great every day, but I cannot be held accountable for this failure. It’s my brain‘s fault, really. It seems to take a big data dump the exact moment I connect fingers to keyboard. El blanko. I think all about stuff I want to write about all bloody day long; making little notes in a leather-bound, over-priced journal I purchased for this exact purpose; saying “that’s a blog post” to co-workers in the middle of conversations and meetings.
Instead of helping words flow to the page, my brain flips me the bird, grabs a paper, and . . . I’ll spare you the details–in word form at least. Programming note: a pumpkin will be standing in for Thain in Vain’s Brain tonight.
A little gratuitous, but YOLO (and I gotta use this picture). Sorry.
Its brain is now very emptsy, precious. Very emptsy indeed.
Emptsy and stupid, except for the scatter of dust bunnies and . . .
WTF??
What does your brain do when you sit down to write?
Thain in Vain 
Honestly, I’m not stalking you. It’s just your brain and mine are so similar. Love the pumpkin. Listen, I just started to write a blog, as you know. To paraphrase Hemingway: ‘I bleed when I’m at the keyboard’. My house mate checks on me to make sure I’m not lying in a pool of blood.
Lucy
I appreciate you as my audience of one! And that pumpkin was from a pumpkin carving contest at my work. It amused me.
How’s the blogging going thus far? I’m going to head over to your blog and check it out!
Thain in Vain