Pearls of Wisdom and Foolish Mutterings

Untitled Drivel

Drivel: to talk stupidly and carelessly

Here I sit, with a million words swirling in my brain and not one cohesive thought among them. It's rare that I find myself at a loss for words. I almost always have something to say.Or at least a smart-ass comment to make.

What, what, what is causing this log-jam of words in my brain? Why have the delete key and the backspace key become my favorite keys on my laptop? And why am I sitting here, once again, tapping my fingernails on the keys waiting for inspiration to strike?

It must be the lack of angst and/or upheaval in my life at the moment that is rendering me incapable of stringing together words to produce a clever, witty, poignant or funny blog entry. Could that be the problem?

Or is it ennui? Lack of interest in what is going on in the world around me? I don't think it's that.

Maybe it's the fact that Mother's Day is upon us and I've really been missing my mom, my step-mom and my mother-in-law a lot lately and I don't want to confront that? Maybe. Maybe not.

Back to the lack of angst theory. That one just seems to fit. I don't have a cause celebre gnawing at me and I don't feel passionate about much of anything at the moment. You know what I'm doing here, right? I'm just spewing words, hoping to ignite some kind of fire that will incite my fingers to take off in a fit of typing delirium, which will, of course, result in a brilliant and thoroughly readable blog. HA! Not working. I got nothin'.

Maybe tomorrow......