Days are spent staring at the blank screen. Frustration builds, but never seems to bubble over into fury. My husband may have a different opinion about that fury part.

Spurts of ideas pop up like carbonation in a White Claw, and then they explode, lost in the mix of other thoughts. Thoughts like, this book isn’t happening fast enough, is it even a good beginning idea, where should I start the story, what have I accomplished today, the kitchen needs cleaned and laundry needs done, wait…what was my beginning idea for this book? The demon thoughts in my head continue to banter at me for hours while I let the dogs in and out and turn YouTube on and off.

This is the hell of brain fog. It’s gotten worse since menopause arrived. Brain fog can, at times feel like what I imagine adult attention deficit disorder might feel like. At other times, it feels as if my brain went on vacation without letting me know where it went or when it’s coming back.

During this time of menopause or post-menopause (I read that actual menopause lasts one day and then it’s all post), I have, during my wild tangent, can’t concentrate days bought several books on the subject. Have I finished one of them? OF COURSE NOT: I can’t concentrate, remember?

I do know, however, I need exercise, need to improve my diet, and so on, but ugh it’s so much effort!

This brain fog and the need to get shit done is what brought me to starting this blog. If I write, I’m thinking. If I’m thinking, I’m creating. If I’m creating, I am going to get that shit done. That’s my logic, and I’m sticking to it.

So this is where it starts. Put one foot in front of the other….remember that song from the classic animated Christmas movie, Santa Claus is Coming to Town? Here’s the song:

I always think of that song. In my case, it’s putting one finger in front of the other on the keyboard and…just…write.

Welcome to you all. Glad you’re here with me.