… at least temporarily. At least I hope it’s temporary. I’m referring, of course, to the fact that I’m sitting here, completely uninspired. Not a thought in my head. I knew it would come to this when the whole week passed without an idea coming to me. Not even a mediocre idea. Not that I’d want a mediocre idea. Not that I’d use a mediocre idea. But still.
It seemed odd, to be honest, because I’ve been on such a roll lately. I’ve been struck with new ideas, for new blog posts while I’m writing posts, for God sake. I’ve had to stop what I was doing, stop writing, just so I could jot down the gist of the idea, so I’d remember enough of it to get back to it, later. I’ve had blog posts stock piled, all written, saved and ready to be published in coming weeks.
And now, suddenly, nothing. N-O-T-H-I-N-G . Nada. My mind’s a complete blank.
Well, not totally blank, just as far as ideas go. With everything going on in the world you’d think I’d have
Funny, I was recently having a conversation with a former colleague about this very subject, and what do you know — it turns up as a Daily Prompt: “When and where do you do your best thinking? In the bathroom? While running? Just before bed, or first thing in the morning? On the bus? Why do you think that is?”
For me, it’s in the shower. There I am, steaming hot water pounding down on me, drenching my hair, cascading down my face, releasing all the tension in my neck and shoulders. I turn this way and that, making sure every inch of me gets wet. Making sure every inch of me gets massaged. Pummelled. Relaxed. Rejuvenated.