You sit down at the computer and open up your word processor. You stare at the blank screen before suddenly remembering that you forgot to tend to the cactus in the bathroom. Cursing the hustle and bustle of modern life, you go and water the cactus, ignoring that the house is quiet and that the cactus doesn’t really need to be watered. Finally back at the keyboard, you bite your lip as the blank page stares at you. Thats when you remember that you haven’t organized your CD collection in years. You make a note to write later, but things keep popping up.

That happen to anyone else? I’ve been riding high on a bad case of writer’s block. The silver lining is that I have a very clean closet. Where does it hit you? I, usually, am fine until I get to the climax of the story and then every word is like pulling teeth.

I’m a perfectionist in weird ways. I don’t really care if things are cluttered. I don’t have great handwriting. I’ll go to the store in sweats and big sunglasses without a problem. But, I have to get the resolution and climax of the story just right. That means in an hour I’ll have around two paragraphs written because I’ll re-write older sections or re-write new sentences again and again. By then, I’ll be so frustrated that giving the dogs a bath seems like fun.

I have my word processor open, but I just remembered that I have clothes in the washer.