A couple of weeks ago, I ended up all by myself at the office. Well, more or less — my peers were all working from home, but because I was taking some time off I had to be in the office. (Our telecommute policy is a little wonky.) I didn’t find out about this until the morning, when I actually got to the office. 

Normally I don’t mind being on my own. I get a lot done. And we have this one guy who is my peer who is really annoying (though I know he doesn’t mean to be) — he has a chuckle that drives me up the wall. So at least if he’s not here then I don’t have to listen to him. 

The problem is that even though I had permission to write, so to speak, no ideas came to me. I’m still in the middle of MGOC, but I’ve hit a wall and I’m not really sure how to continue. I have the entire book outlined in my head, but (and I’m sure I’ve talked about this before) I’ve come to a part where I really don’t want to write the next bit so I’m just procrastinating. 

I would’ve loved to write something completely new, but my brain has my equivalent of static — songs or jingles playing over and over again, ad nauseum. When I started writing this blog post, the song “All By Myself” started up and writing this post hasn’t gotten it to stop. 

I’m sure at some point I’ll come up with something new to work on, or I’ll overcome my stumbling block for MGOC, but for the moment I’ll just be sitting here, staring at the screen, waiting for inspiration to strike. And not just regular inspiration, but inspiration that actually gets me to open a document and start writing. 

That’ll happen, right? 

Right?