I’m quite unable to complete thoughts today. Also, yesterday. Not sure why, but I’m flat-out ill-equipped to connect subject matter or compose sensical paragraphs. It’s as if my brain waves are spiking and dipping and each time I try to catch one in my net, it flutters away. Thus, I did not complete yesterday’s prompt…and feel I must be a bad PROMPTuesday hostess. Also, a crappy blogger. But you guys did great with those fables. And I don’t want to give too many spoilers, but when I write mine, it’ll have a cautionary moral of: “40 Craps on Brains.” Or something equally alarming.
Meanwhile, I can’t impress upon you enough how impossible it is for me to write anything resembling a post of coherency.
So what I thought I’d do is include little bits of other posts that I started and never completed as a sort of homage to my insane membrane. These little bits languished in my Drafts folder, forgotten and unrecalled. Sometimes I’d spend time composing these paragraphs, be called away to mediate a sibling rivalry or burst into tears, and then forgot that I’d written anything altogether.
So I just found these unfinished posts, in other words. And since I don’t have any other words, I’ll post them now for you to ignore as I did.
***steals away to retrieve posts that were supposed to save me from writing something else that makes sense***
***realizes there is white space where the drafts used to be***
***finds only this:***
“The sun spattered itself on every surface, muscling its way through opaque blinds…”
***rips out every strand of hair, follicle by follicle. In hair-pulling exercise, discovers full upper lip mustache. Dissolves into tears. Composes self, says:***
Oh guess what? I accidentally deleted all my drafts.
***laughs maniacally, puts two pizzas in the oven, wraps self in shag rug and calls in order for mustache bleach.***
I’ll see you tomorrow.