I've never suffered writer's block. My issue has never been, "What can I possibly write about?" The problem, more so, has been, "Of the million things coursing through my potentially ADD mind, which should I choose to write about?"
Decision-making, whether it be a writing topic or a dinner choice, is my real problem. Not making decisions about the big stuff: with those, I'm golden. This or that, when it's truly consequential, is somehow a no-brainer.
But planting geraniums or pansies? Grilling chicken breasts or pork chops? Those decisions render me palm-up helpless.
I carefully consider the choices, weigh the pros and cons of each. Then, I finally sigh and make a random choice, praying my decision is the right one.
But damn. I'll bet that pork chop would have been especially tasty tonight.
And tonight's blog topics? I couldn't quite pinpoint which might be the best. Writing about the Dilemmas of Dating or about My Bloodthirsty Puppy? So, in the end, I didn't choose either.
Is it me, or is life just filled with too many difficult choices?
Tomorrow night, I'm just skipping dinner all together.
Can't wait to hear about dilemmas on dating and the bloodthirsty puppy!
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