Quandary

Any post I've ever written that has been worth reading literally just "came" to me. I don't usually have to plan my posts, or wonder what to write about. Sometimes immediately after something occurs, be it with the world or in my head, the post starts writing itself in my brain and I have to sit down right that moment or it'll be lost. Or perhaps I'll be doing a mundane task, such as washing dishes or sleeping, and words will pop into my head. They can be about anything: something the boys did or said, something that happened, or just something I've been thinking about. I mean, I think about stuff all the time, because I take life way too seriously, but I can only write about anything effectively if I just let the words ambush me and spill into my brain on to the keyboard. Any time I try to force myself into writing something, it doesn't flow, my thoughts don't come across the way I'd like, and I hate it. Most of the time when that happens, I delete it before it's even posted, but there have been a few times I actually posted the drivel, and it never feels quite right. I sat down tonight wanting to write something, anything, but after three or four tries at random subjects, I have nothing. I don't consider myself a true "writer," at least not yet. I'm not that delusional, but I don't feel true to myself when I force something out. So I find myself quite irritated because the words haven't come to me lately. I've just posted some pictures and nonsense to fill space and so there's something new. But it's all starting to feel so lame, and I'm waiting for my muse to return. I don't know exactly what my muse is, but it needs to come back, darn it! Maybe my brain is all muddled from being sick. Or maybe it's post-holiday letdown. Who knows? Just wanted to "check in" and I'm hoping to have something entertaining soon. (And maybe my excessive use of "quotation marks" is taking the place of actual quality posting. Good grief, I've had to delete more of them in this post than I care to admit.)

I will, however, let you know about my Wii bowling career. I peaked with a high of 236, and five strikes in a row in my heyday. Alas, those skills withered away, much like my muse. For some reason, I started a game, and WHOOSH! I can't do it anymore. Meep, I say, Meep. Bryce set out on a quest to beat all my high scores, and it took him a while, but doggonit, he did it with a score of 264 and five strikes in a row. I bow to the master, but not for long.

*Epiphany* It's the Wii! IT FRIED MY BRAIN!!! I always knew video games were the spawn of Satan...

(Kidding)