Spontaneity. It's a Problem.

I was having writer's block this morning, so I decided it was time for me to take a shower, deodorize, fix my hair and go out into the "real world" where people can view one another in the flesh. They can either smile and wave at one another, or they can scowl and pretend to ignore one another, depending on their moods. I tend to smile most of the time, as long as I'm nowhere near my job.

Going to the park or the zoo is not really a option for me. I have horrible outdoor allergies. I would have to take a heavy dose of allergy meds either before or after my adventures in the sun, which, let's face it, is not a cure for writer's block at all. I have to find a nice place indoors to roam.

The only problem around here, is that there's really no interesting place to go that I haven't been to a million times before, so I ended up at Walmart with the rest of society's rejects. The only thing I can say for myself is that I didn't wear my jammies and slippers. Other than that one small difference, I appeared to roam aimlessly around the store just like all the other mindless zombies I saw there, filling my cart full of things I probably could have lived without.

I remembered I needed to pick up some putty I saw on TV to repair the leak in the rain gutter that causes rain and melted snow to pour directly onto anyone attempting to knock on my front door. (No, I didn't intend for it to do that. I think the house might be adjusting to my personality and shunning all humanity on my behalf.)

The putty was $3.97. The allergen-blocking heater filter was $8.88. The acai-berry-detox pills were $9.97. The avocado/oatmeal face mask was $1.27. The LED key chain flashlight was $4.97.

Need I go on?

Thank goodness, I stopped myself before I made it to the electronics. I might have ended up with a brand new forty-two inch flat-screen TV and a PS3.

The next time I have writer's block, I believe I'll turn off my computer and curl up with a good book. It's free and I won't have to smile at anybody.

I might even wear my jammies.
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Translation

I'm having a difficult time translating the visions in my head into the written word today. I have been staring at the computer screen for just over two hours now, and I have written exactly one sentence. And I don't really like that sentence. I know it's not staying there.
I think the problem is that I'm using the laptop, which is connected to the internet. The internet can be handy for many, many things. It is not a cure for writer's block. Just a distraction.
Case and point- I'm blogging right now. I am NOT writing a book.
I should switch over to the desktop, which is not connected to anything but the wall. It's old. The CD ROM drive doesn't even open anymore, so I won't be distracted by Diablo II.
I have only twenty-two hours before I have to go back to work. I need to make the most of my time. Somebody is lurking around in Titus Harper's back yard in the middle of the day on the very day he leaves his body in pursuit of a more eternal existence in the after-life. What the hell are they looking for? (Even I don't know yet...)
The rain has stopped. Bummer. I tend to write more productively when it rains.

On a completely different note- following in the footsteps of many successful bloggers before me, I'd like to list my three beautiful things now...these are from yesterday. Today just started, so not much to tell.

1. Big fat rain drops smashing against the metal exhaust cone on my roof, echoing down into the heater on my wall, making crazy music in my bedroom all night.
2. My happy dog, delighted to be indoors for the day, bouncing off my legs in her excitement.
3. Video message from my daughter of a humongous rainbow. Hers was bigger than mine, but mine had eighteen seconds of thunder. I think I totally win.