There are times -- more times than I can count -- when I sit in this chair and start to drift off. This leads to violent head snapping and empty promises to myself that I'll get to bed early tonight. Well, earlier. Well, before 11. Or 12. Hopefully? For once?
Then I have to decide what to do.There are times when I feel like I have a rich supply of topics, humorous anecdotes and wise truths to share, but as late night gives way to early morning, these all seem to scatter and hide in the rafters of my mind.
My browser is of no help at all. Bloated and cumbersome, it is virtually crushed by weight of 10 or more windows open simultaneously. Nonetheless, it is still a treasure-trove of stuff... recipes, social media, articles to read later, calendars, a YouTube page, an Amazon page and of course, the unruly and very spoiled trio of Facebook, Google and Twitter. Oh my.
But still I plow on, dozing and then waking suddenly after a 3 minute nap. I slightly more refreshed, and this wondrous feeling of connection lasts upwards of 45 seconds, and then like Simba and the Circle of Life, it's back to nodding off once more.
Once I get going, though, my neurons start firing and I click into gear. I hope against hope that tonight will be a night of lucidity and I won't need to spend more time proofreading and editing than I did actually writing. I know what yo're thinking, and Har Har Har. Sometimes it appears I don't proofread or edit anything anyway. Point taken. Moving on.
Finally finished, I save-preview-tweak-save-preview-tweak until I feel sure it's time to press publish. Then it's off to post a snippet, which looks something like this:
There are times...more than I can count...when I sit in this chair and start to drift off..