Writer’s block is like diarrhea– when you’re in the middle of having it, it feels like the worst you’ve EVER had it. There is no in-between. Torture is torture.
Truthfully, I couldn’t think of anything to write for today. When writer’s block strikes it’s infuriating because my fingers are ready to type, and my soul is eager to contribute a good message to the world, but my mind draws a blank. (Why you gotta be so lame, brain?)
And in moments like this, my dream to grow A Brave Life into something bigger than just some weird chick’s PG-13 blog seems like it’s a world away.
(If you’re a disenfranchised factory employee working in an assembly line at a Walmart sweatshop, don’t read the next paragraph because it’s offensive and ignorant.)
Have you ever wanted to quit your stressful office job and be a disenfranchised factory employee in an assembly line at a Walmart sweatshop? Has your challenging career got you burned out and aching to be a nameless face in a sea of uniformed workers assigned to perform mindless, monotonous tasks?
Umm. Or is it just me?
The topic for today’s article came from a website milestone: A marketing firm offered to pay me to promote their client here on ABL! Which totally intrigued me, until I found out their client is a popular online sex toy shop.
My first thought was it must be a prank. But after research confirmed the offer was legit, my second thought was, How did this even happen? Does my writing appear when marketing firms Google the word vagina?
In 2006 I auditioned for American Idol. In case you can’t tell from the photo above, I didn’t win.
But at least I came away from the audition with a new outfit, great memories, and three life lessons to share:
1. Hell, there’s no harm in trying.
The worst that happened after my failed audition is that when I worked as a temp at my dad’s office, his co-workers kept asking me, “Which one of Horace’s daughters are you? The nurse, or the one who didn’t get into American Idol?”