I have this thing where I substitute one word for another word. Unfortunately they’re never interchangable words. Last week the big funny thing was when I confused “chipmunk” with “chimpanzee”. It’s one thing for your dog to be chasing a chipmunk through your yard. Quite another spectacle for your dog to be frolicking with a chimpanzee.
Today it’s a cloudy about to rain day. It’s very breezy. So I opened the windows “to let the crossdressers in”.
Me: “To keep us cool.”
That would be “cross-breeze”.
And, sadly for me…maybe luckily for you, my dyslexia is blooming and I’m thinking the right words but they’re coming out totally wrong. It’s taken me forever to write this.
I may “step back” for a bit and let nature either correct it’s wrongdoings in my brain or completely destroy me…if it ends well I’ll be back.
Do you ever have those dreams where something is chasing you and you KNOW you have to get away and do it quickly, but when you run it feels like you’re running through sand and you aren’t getting very far? For me, trying to communicate right now is like that. Like my brain is working but its output has to fight through leagues of ocean waters to get to daylight. Some of my ideas never make it…they float, trapped, below the surface. Others can see them, but they’re ripply and unclear. They don’t understand what I’m thinking or trying to express.
It’s frustrating. I’ve always been an exceptional speller (despite the dyslexia) and I’m very good at grammar. Right now my first drafts are more like a small child’s first effort. Gah.
Anyway, I love you guys, I love writing and I love my blog. I can’t let intense frustration kill my love for these things. I’ll be here. I just may not be posting. Or I may. If my brain clears up.
Thanks, as always, for reading. I *heart* hearing from you.