Not that it matters, I guess, but for some reason what came out when I started to write down a blog title was “Writing in bed.” I have no idea why. I have no idea what I am supposed to say about it.<\/p>\n
That is what I often do, though. Writing in bed. <\/p>\n
I start blogs everywhere. Football games. Work. The car. The movies. Bars. Concerts. The gym. A lot of times I do rough drafts at lunch, and continue them at my actual desk at home. <\/p>\n
Finishing them seems to happen most often when I am in bed. Which is kind of bad. It’s not when I am at my most alert and intelligent. <\/p>\n
Sometimes I am the one who is finished, so then there is no blog. <\/p>\n
Because I am in bed. <\/p>\n
Like now. <\/p>\n
I have cold medicine on board. It’s after 10pm, I have had a good (but exhausting) weekend, and I don’t like anything I have rough drafted. That means I am doing the worst sort of scribbling. And for no reason. Nothing says I can’t just skip a day. <\/p>\n
There are a couple of things I need to write about that are just not processed enough in my head to even start writing yet. There is a story I need to get out of my head. <\/p>\n
I had all day to write, but my mind was too tired. I let it watch old movies instead of reading or writing. Tear jerkers, but I didn’t even cry. Much. So when the end of the day came, I had nothing written. <\/p>\n
I got in bed. <\/p>\n
I need to sleep. <\/p>\n
I should sleep. <\/p>\n
I don’t need to write.<\/p>\n
I start to write anyway. <\/p>\n
I should sleep. <\/p>\n
I have someone I would love to talk to. <\/p>\n
I should sleep. <\/p>\n
I keep writing. <\/p>\n
I do not pick up the phone. <\/p>\n
I am going to sleep.<\/p>\n
I put my tablet away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"