So, I’ve been experiencing writer’s block lately. The creative juices just aren’t flowin’. As a result I’ve been attempting to do writing exercises when I fall into this deep, deep rut. The writing exercise today was simple: Put your pen to paper and just write whatever comes to your mind.

Under normal circumstances, this would be a good exercise. For me, however, it becomes a flashing arrow sign pointing to my ADD. Seriously…my mind, it’s like one big bag of weird up there.

Here is how my exercise went: (Imagine this said in one big breath)

I’m writing in free thought. It’s hard to write in free thought…why can’t I write in free thought hand? I’m wearing a red shirt, I wish I were wearing the blue shirt. My blue shirt is at the dry cleaners. Blue is so much more calming. The ocean…the ocean is calming as are its waves. Why did I stop surfing? Surfing was fun. Do they surf in Casablanca? Casablanca was a great movie. Ingrid Bergman was gorgeous…Humphrey Bogart, not so gorgeous. Gene Kelly, now he was a stunning man. Casablanca…the White House…Obama…whenever I can afford my next car I’m going to buy a Hybrid. I should really be driving one. All the cabs in NYC are going to be going hybrid in a few years time. Or I could ride my bicycle more often…bicycle, unicycle, unitard, baseball, copperhead, monkey, monkey, underpants…

See? One big jungle of jibberish that brain of mine.