I had a thought. It was one of those thoughts that inspires rambling, babbling, and or ranting. Then I visited a well-known social networking web site, and whatever grand two-thousand-word-post-inspiring thought I had in my head dematerialized.
It’s a little more complicated than that. The whole process of losing my train of thought began when I came to my blog and noticed I had used a period instead of a comma in the first, and I believe only sentence in my last post. My inner grammar fascist shrieked in horror and almost died of embarrassment. That gave my inner child just enough time to remember she needed to put her staff to sleep for a while, so she can work them overnight until they drop from fatigue, because she needs money to buy water that sells for thousands of dollars a glass.
Don’t ask. If you don’t know what I am talking about, I am not going to be the one to spread the addiction.
Well, when I finally got back to the post page, I had already written the first sentence, but it was utterly irrelevant really, seeing as I had lost several trains of thought along the way. And now, yet again, I don’t know what the hell I am talking about or where I was going with it. I hate when this happens.
I’m sure it will come to me again about two seconds after I pull the thick comforter up to my chin and close my eyes, and then I’ll have to decide if the epiphany is world-changing enough to get out of bed and put it into words somewhere.† But really, it would have to be pretty darn world-changing to get me out of bed on such a chilly night.
It’s time for bed. I had a productive day. I got some stuff done. I’m beat.
And my inner child needs to go check whether or she put her staff to sleep, because she can’t remember if she ever actually did that. I guess she can’t maintain a train of thought either. Also, my inner grammar fascist would like to bed forgiveness for any grammatical or punctuation or spelling errors in this post.
Footnotes- † I have been considering using Twitter to relay these lost thoughts rediscovered at the cusp of waking and sleep, but that would be utterly ridiculous and totally falling into navel-gazing territory. And if my inner grammar fascist can’t pay enough attention to keep my fingers from using a period instead of a comma while writing a blog post, I’m just CERTAIN typing on my cell phone in the dark would go so much better. Still … it’s an idea. [↩]