I like a glass of wine before bed sometimes. I call it dessert. It’s sweet and relaxing, like chocolate. See? Dessert. I was having a glass of wine the other night and started writing on my little yellow pad. I was thinking of all sorts of wondrous ideas for my blog. I couldn’t write fast enough. The ideas were flowing. I was brilliant and eloquent. I thought, what a great idea. I’m just free-writing. I’m not worrying about sentence structure or editing. I should do this all the time.
Fast forward to that weekend. I pick up my pad, remembering my night of brilliance. I can’t wait to review what I’ve written and spiff it up for a blog post. This is what I see, “I do my best writing with a glass of wine. Inhibition: gone. Self-censoring? nope not here.”
This is where it goes downhill. “Exercising ,illegible words, yoga, more illegible words” and some sort of scribble. Then a mark where my pen clearly went off the side of the pad. You think I’m kidding? If anyone know what this says, please let me know.
So much for my new writing tool. I had such high hopes for us. Oh well, I guess I’m going to have to find a way to be brilliant all on my own. Should be a wild ride.