Deb Smouse

I am hoping for a quiet yet productive day today. I don’t have to travel this week, and I have some backed-up work to do for my main client (I hate typing up meeting minutes) and I need to do my weekly billings.

Mainly, though, I need to get some writing done. I have a couple of blog entries in my head for the ATG blog as well as the need to write my Dec column.   I also have a couple of interviews to get sent off to authors as well as some book reviews.

And I am working on a couple of short fiction pieces.

I know you don’t want to hear me whine - so feel free to just click the back button. I have all this stuff in my head…yet feel that I am failing as a writer because of my inability to get it from my head to the computer. There is this quote by Jimmy Buffet (Yes, Margaritaville Buffet) in his book “A Pirate Looks at 50″.

Anyone bellying up to a bar with a few shots of tequila swimming around the bloodstream can tell a story. The challenge is to wake up the next day and carve through the hangover minefield and a million other excuses and be able to cohesively get it down on paper.

And that is what keeps running through my head when I sit and the words roll in my head yet don’t make it from my brain to my fingers…. I’m unable to complete that challenge…it isn’t a hangover I’m trying to carve through…its the crowd in my own head.

My head is just too crowded…and the words of my writing get wound in with the words of life and responsibilities.