As if it isn’t obvious from perusing my blog posts, I suffer severely with a common ailment known as scatterbrain!
Each morning I wake up, make my way down the stairs while being sure to dodge the dog barreling down the stairs beside me, shuffle into the kitchen to let the dog out, feed the cat, fill the coffee maker, then scroll through my email on my phone while smoking my first cigarette of the day. The dog scratches at the door to come in, I fill my 20 oz coffee mug with freshly brewed caffeinated goodness, rinse and refill the animals’ water bowl and make my way into the living room, coffee in one hand, cell phone in the other.
This never changes. It’s exactly the same seven days a week. Every day begins with the same intent of being super productive.
I follow a few links, if there were any in my email that piqued my interest, reply to any emails that need short replies and flag anything I need to follow up on on the computer, scroll through my Facebook news feed (after setting it to “most recent” for the umpteenth million time, as if people were all that active between 9 pm and 5 am…). At this point, I’m ready for a coffee refill.
Once back on the couch, I jot down a few notes, lift the coffee table top and set up my laptop. This is where it all starts to unravel.
I’ve come to the conclusion that writing is 90% research, 5% actual writing, 3% editing and 2% self-loathing. Those figures are subject to variances based on a gazillion other factors, but the point I’m trying to make is that I, more often than not, get super hung up on the research. So much so that I feel like I have to know absolutely everything there is to know in the entire world before I can write about it. I know that’s not true. One article leads to another article, one link leads to another link, one topic leads to another topic, my phone dings — it’s a text, new email or other unimportant but distracting notification, the dog scratches to go out again, the cat whines because the dog ate her food, a web page loads slowly and I pick up my phone to play a round of Candy Crush or some other saga game while I wait — before I know it, it’s pushing lunchtime and I’ve written nothing.
This morning, obviously, I opted to come here and write this. Good thing. It almost didn’t happen though. Three minutes into typing, Chrome froze. CTRL-ALT-DEL didn’t respond. I reluctantly forced power down. Today I had a mission to share my scatterbrain struggle. Another day I might have taken it as a sign that I should just move on, but today, today I just wanted to write about how hard it is to write.