The Writer vs The Blob
Time for Monday Morning Coffee. Today it’s 80F at 7 am for the third day in a row. Unseasonal heat waves seem to shut down my brain. Where there is normally a reasonably reliable system inside my skull of sequential thought, sentence development, making connections between things, etc., there is instead an amorphous and gooey entity: The Blob.
My Brain in a Heat Wave
When The Blob reigns supreme, I’ll sit down to write a post and three different topics will simultaneously emerge and trip each other up to become a 1,000-word WTF. I’m aware of what is happening, yet helpless to control it: Blob-ness imparts a slippery coating over acts of logic and common sense, making self-editing impossible.
I’m not bent out of shape about it or anything. There have been other Blob periods in my life (lasting for years, according to some), and they’ve all passed or at least morphed into something workable. There was the milky Blob of early motherhood, for instance, and the years of not knowing what I wanted to be when I grew up (a.k.a. my thirties). But more often The Blob shows up when I burn dinner or forget to pay a bill, and when I can’t remember what it was I came to get in the room I’ve just entered. Or, like now, when I really want to write, and feel I’ve something to say, but can’t quite get it out.
Physical work is my favorite way to deal with The Blob, especially simple, repetitive, non-dangerous, idiot work like weeding the garden or cleaning the garage. It makes a nice break from beating my head against a brick wall and gets SO much more accomplished. I figure if I get the idiot tasks done, that’ll leave me more time to work effectively when my brain resumes its regular programming.
Certain fail-safes need to be in place, though–the work should be familiar and not too fragile. It’s not a good time to attempt a complicated recipe or build a pergola. (Yes, I once attempted to build one while in the throes of Blobdom and wasted a lot of lumber. Even after correcting the mistakes, it always did look a little “off.”) Thus, I have been keeping busy with a lot of gardening projects, cleaning the garage, and turning the room at the back of the garage into a garden studio (no remodeling required, just cleaning and moving some furniture and boxes).
This project is almost done and will provide a nice place to write with a view of the garden. Steve has been toiling away at his brick and pea gravel border project and will wrap it up tomorrow morning at the latest. We are both itching to get back to our regular work, but there is a lot of satisfaction in getting these projects done with so much of summer still ahead of us.
Of course in my case The Blob could be a side effect of the doc’s latest prescription, but with several days of cooler weather coming up, I’ll be able to tell if that is a factor. I suspect not. I do want to thank everyone for their suggestions last week for my sleep troubles. Things are a little bit better. I’m getting into the herb teas and keeping the exercise up. Since this is a problem of several years’ duration, it’s not likely to disappear overnight, yet I am confident things will get better and better.
Are you in the throes of The Blob? And what are you doing about it? Happy (Gelatinous) Monday ;D