A Bizarre Form of Writer’s Block

I sit here next to my sweaty, sleeping little boy waiting for the A/C repairman (my house is 94 degrees), relieved to finally be writing again. It’s been a long time since I’ve posted, partly because I visited relatives in Colorado for a week and then I moved back into my house. But I’ve also been experiencing a strange form of writer’s block through all this. Before I left for my trip, I planned to write about one thing, but then I arrived in Colorado and it seemed more relevant to write about a new thing. Then I couldn’t decide where to start, and shortly I had yet another idea… but WAIT! I never wrote that first thing down, gotta do that one first… and so on and so forth, and before I knew it I had about five half-formed ideas and I just became overwhelmed and couldn’t write about any of them. Which kind of goes against one the principles I’d established for myself regarding this blog: don’t worry so much about what I’m writing or how long it is or whether or not it’s good enough– just write it dammit!

So I thought I might get out of this situation by at least writing down the titles of these would-be posts. Maybe the headlines are enough to convey what’s been going on anyway, and then it’s like hitting reset and I can move forward. So here they are:

Two Nights in a Row Without My Mimo
Traveling is Easier as a Single Mother (When Your Ex is Rex)
Visiting Perfecto-Relatives When Your Own Family is Broken
So Happy to be Back in My Own House
I’m Really Bad at Flirting
Rex Not Responding to Petitions

That pretty much summarizes it. Perhaps it’s better to have this form of writer’s block, where at least there’s no dearth of ideas. On the other hand, maybe it’s worse this way, because it’s extremely frustrating to have specific things you want to say and then not be able to get them out. I guess both are bad because, to apply the over-used fertility metaphor, it’s like barrenness vs. miscarriages– either way you have no baby, and it sucks.

A/C guy just showed up, gotta go.