Michael S. Pascua The Life of a Freelancer

Strapped for ideas

It's a very windy and rainy day here in New York. It's quite depressing actually. The wind howls against my windows. Eric says that the rain was hitting his face sideways. Luckily he bought a new (rainproof...or resistant one of those two) jacket so he shouldn't be too soaked. But for me I was stuck inside.

I started getting cabin fever.

I sat around and felt quite useless. I had clouds in my head as well. Yesterday I got my morning walk, ran some errands, and even raked a little. Today I sat in my room blocked and devoid of any ideas. Yesterday I wrote an interesting (slightly poignant) article about Lamb Chop. Hell, it was interesting enough to make it to the front of the BlogCritics website. Today I could barely get a sentence done without ADHD.

I got up and paced my house. I cleaned the roomba. I sorted paper for recycle pick-up tomorrow. I watched Harold & Kumar. I felt so gross today.

I understand that there are just days when writers can’t write and I have a feeling that today is my day. I just want to lay around, but I know I can’t stop moving. I gotta get something typed up. One more step, one more something that could be the homerun.

I jot things down and look at them later. I looked at some today and thought that they were all stupid. I’m not throwing them out yet, because I may be in a funk today, but tomorrow the light bulb may go off and my idea will make total sense (or maybe the day after that).

Today felt like a waste to me. I’m sure right after this post, I’ll attempt to write something, but it won’t be up to par. I’ll probably post it and knowing my luck someone will Digg it or something.