Recently, my brain has been steadfastly refusing to play ball for the majority of the time. I'll be happily walking along the road, probably just nipping up to the shop, and it begins to construct a blog idea or maybe some notes for a story. "Oh goody," thinks I, "this is just what I needed, the old grey matter getting going again, firing on all cylinders and all that guff." Naturally, at this point in time, I am unfettered by computer and keyboard or even pen and paper. It then chugs along merrily for a bit until distracted by the actual purpose for my visit outside. And then to top it all off, when I return to the place where the writing implements are, it stops and goes all inconveniently blank.
I mean, really, what are you playing at, brain? Do you really want me to stab you via the earhole with a sharpened Steadtler HB? Do you? Most frustrating.
All of which is to say that I've had several ideas for blog posts of late which fizzled away into nothingness as soon as I'm in a position to slap them down onto the page. Maybe they'll come flooding back and I'll enter into a sudden prolific month where the words flow like wine and everyone is illuminated with the shining light of my wit and wisdom. Or maybe I'll just post something trivial about 80s films and then shut up again for nearly a month. It could go either way, really...
The hotter weather doesn't overly help. Much like a PC, my brain operates best at colder temperatures and is prone to crashing whilst overheating. I'm one of those people who is much more at home during the colder climes. Don't get me wrong, I do like the hot weather when all I have to do is sit around in my swimming trunks drinking beer and not moving but you make me put on a shirt and shoes and cram me into a moving sweatbox (or train, if you will) with a couple of hundred other people and my liking for heat evaporates really rather quickly.
It also doesn't help that the equation "slightest sign of heat = disproportionate amount of sweat" sums up much my summer experience. It's not a pleasant thing for me or anyone nearby. Until someone invents some of cheap air-conditioning suit that maintains your body at an even cool temperature, that is. Yeah, that would be nice.
So, in conclusion then, my brain is still capable of random tangents. That is all.