Brain Fog

One of the most frustrating things about getting older is the amount of brain fog that seems to settle into my head way too often. I feel like beating it against the table when I finally have a moment to sit for a brainstorming session and it just gets up and wanders off into space like a bat trying to fly using his eyes in the middle of the day. I promise you that I have some brilliant ideas for stories and writing exercises when I have my nightly bathroom breaks at 3 in the morning. How is it that I can have life altering ideas at 3 in the morning when I’m bleary eyed and my bladder is about to explode but not in the middle of the day while participating in the human circus show that is the daily grind? I’ll try to hold on to those 3 in the morning epiphanies until a “more respectable” time and than sit there staring at the cursor on my screen while my eyes blink and slowly close from lack of good shut eye, possibly because of said 3 am brilliant idea sesh, and the words just dribble out of my ear like a wet noodle that didn’t quite make it out of the spaghetti pot as it slips to the floor with a splat. Idea gone. I’m hoping these little writing exercises will help me hold on to those ideas a little tighter so they can actually do me some good. After all, if I’m loosing better sleep over them, they ought to at least get a chance to be more than an idea. Ideas are just ideas until you give them more time and effort. Most of the time, they end up like my sorry attempt at gardening, withered and wilted in the crevices’ of my foggy brain like the tomato plants I tried so desperately to grow last year on my patio. The brutal summer heat and lack of automatic watering systems making quick work of them in the Texas hellscape. So frustrating! I watered those suckers every day and they still died! Let’s hope this new attempt at creating a habit of writing will stick and works it’s way past the fog (She types as her eyes droop sleepily).