...I skipped a day. I promised my readers a daily post and I dropped the ball.
But I have a good excuse. The dog ate my post...
I have been trying. I really have. I have started at least four different posts and deleted them because they were boring, or silly, or peetered out after a few sentences. It's been frustrating. Very frustrating. And as any writer knows, that frustration just compounds the problem.
Granted, this has proven to be a stressful week. From 4-hour marathon meetings to back-to-back-to-back meetings to team dinners to business lunches, I really have not stopped over the past couple days. But I think the main culprit is that I am tired. Not just a little tired, but to-the-core-exhausted.
As Laura will attest, I may fall asleep easily, and by easily I mean in mere seconds. It's a wonderful side effect of having had my thyroid removed a few years ago after a battle with cancer. Unfortunately, I also wake up at every little noise, so, when I travel, my light sleep, coupled with a general inability to fall asleep in a strange bed, makes for a restless night...and a miserable morning. My tossing and turning leads to burning eyes, dragging feet, and a distinct inability to easily coherent thoughts, much less blog. No amount of coffee, tea or other source of pure caffeine and sugar seems to help.
And for someone like me who truly enjoys whipping out an entertaining blog post, it's as annoying for me to stare at a blank screen and fight a foggy brain as it is for you to log in and not have anything new to read.
But believe me when I say I am trying.