Don't you hate it when, you had your entire blog written in your head but you were in some way unable to act upon it, e.g. driving, showering, and later in a moment of seeming ease, you were unable to recover those same words that flowed so beautifully in the inopportune time? When you are merely taunted by the memory of writing the post not the post in itself? Oh, yeah? Me too.
It happens to me all the time. Whether it is my blog, an idea for a story, or a scene in a screenplay. Without any effort at all, it will flow over me like a wave. But just like a wave, it will often pull back when I'm trying to capture it.I never seem to have the words when I need them. It's like when I am insulted or teased. I am the one who stares back at the offender and come up with nothing more pithy than "Oh, Yeah?" hoping that my eyes are effectively withering. Later that night, however, I will wake up from a dead sleep with the perfect comeback. I have never been brave enough to call in that moment so you see how the interruption to my sleep is not helpful.
Words and I have a dysfunctional relationship. If he was my boyfriend, I might require a Dr. Phil style intervention (can't do Oprah, she doesn't do that kind of show anymore). Words is an inconstant lover. He is the boyfriend who comes over for a booty call at 2:00 a.m. after "Last Call" but won't meet your parents. I love him or hate him. Basically, we are either Air Supply's "Even the Nights are Better" or Neil Diamond's "Love on the Rocks".
And tonight, love is on the rocks. The cursor blinks. I am sure that at some point today, I had words of insight and beauty to share. But as the Neil man said, "not much you can do, when the feeling is gone". So that's where we stand tonight. Hopefully tomorrow I will be back doodling hearts over Words' name and writing Mrs. Traci Words over and over on my notebook but for tonight, I'll just have to say goodnight.