It is ironic to me that I have the strongest urge to write on Saturday mornings, when I have the least mental capacity to do so.
I will often be sitting here, bleary-eyed, wild-haired, brain firing on one cylinder, drinking coffee and trying to wake up, and my wonderful brain will say, “Hey! This is the perfect time to write something. So let’s fire up that laptop, Rip Van Winkle Boy!”
So I fire up the laptop and sit here staring at the screen like a sedated sloth staring at a pin-ball machine.
So I try to force some words down onto the page. And it goes something like this:
Coffee … good.
Me type keys with fingers!
See Spot run.
Oh! Spot! Oh! Run, Spot! Run!
Rut roh! Run away from copyright lawyer, Spot!
See completely different dog run. Dog with no name or copyright lawyers or registered trademark symbols. Completely generic dog. Rescue dog. Rescue dog generate much likes.
Run, nameless dog! Run!
Biff pour generic bag of non-trademarked kibble into your bowl. Because Biff don’t have no affiliates or sponsors.
Write, Biff! Write!
I think you can now see why Biff should not be writing on a Saturday morning, no matter how strong the urge is.
Have a great Saturday!