Last week I attended BlissDom, a women’s blogging conference in Nashville. I want to tell you all about the writing workshops I attended, drinking in the tips and ideas like a strawberry margarita on a hot day. (And finding myself a little tipsy afterward even!)
I want to describe the incredible women I met, women who are pretty much living out my dreams as we speak (or as I type).
I want to complain just a little bit about how freakin’ lucky Jody is. (Just kidding, my friend!) (I’ve gotta stay on her good side so she’ll continue to let me ride on her coattails to fame and fortune. 🙂
I want to tell you all that and more.
But I can’t.
You see, something very strange and unexpected has happened. Something almost paradoxical.
I found my inspiration at BlissDom, but in doing so . . . I seem to have lost my mojo.
The words that are appearing as I peck on my keyboard are boring, lame, inadequate.
Suddenly I don’t seem to be funny, interesting, or even coherent at times.
Maybe I’m just trying too hard, frozen by the fear of not measuring up to the talented masses.
Maybe I’m too tired after several late nights and 24 hours in a minivan.
Or maybe all those Hershey’s Bliss chocolates and Little Debbie Nutty Bars I ingested have altered my blood sugar and affected my brain function.
No matter the reason, I’d really like my mojo back.
So if you see it lying around somewhere, looking sad and neglected wearing yesterday’s clothing and holding out a tin cup for spare change, could you please let me know?