I hope you weren't expecting another kink-inspired Mommy Porn post, although that particular post did get lots of hits. I think, however, that had more to do with the 50 Shades references than my skill with words. And, despite the Christmas decorations on display at Target, it's still October and I'm still in monster mode.
Today I'm going to talk about my mean Mummy Monster. The one that ties my brain up in tight little knots and leaves me wondering whether I'm really cut out for this writing gig.
There are two kinds of Mummy Madness. The first one is the kind where I'm writing along and then, as though my brains have brakes and someone else is driving them, everything comes screeching to a halt while I try to find the word I want. Seriously! It's like fishing around in a drawer filled to the brim with things that are almost, but not quite, what I want. Let's see, was it untenable, untoward, untouchable, untethered. Arrgh!!
Somedays, I feel like my books are a corn maze where I write myself into a dead end, turn around, back track, do a circle and wind up in exactly the same place.
Of course, outlining would probably help with this problem, but then I'd never experience the incredible euphoria that comes from seeing the big exit sign and knowing I managed to get there all by myself.
And then of course, sometimes being Mummy Bound isn't a bad thing at all. The best kind of Mummyness comes on those days when the words flow at a steady 65 mph and the route is clear for miles, sort of the way I imagine it would be to drive through Nebraska. On those days, there's nothing more comforting than being wrapped up in a big Mummy Monster of cozy words.