Last Nerve

Writer’s block, frustration, short attention span, impatience, and lack of sleep. Put those things together and you will have me at least once during the week. On those days I have to find other ways to release my creativity before it threatens to explode and throw creative juices all over the place. Appetizing huh?

Notice how I said one day of the week is normal for me to be completely frozen creatively? Yeah well this week has been particularly rough. I have experienced those things at least four times already this week. I wasn’t feeling my stories-any of the five-and my music was all old and overplayed, well, in short everything was getting on my last nerve.

That poor last nerve, it has been severely tested over the years, but never as badly as this week. So in a last ditch effort to save it I turned to painting my house. Yes, yes, you heard me. I am painting my house. Now it is mid-June in Missouri-usually the weather is pretty and not too warm so painting should be fairly easy. OH NO! Mother Nature decided she needed to take a shot at my last nerve. She has sent scorching humidity-packed days followed by thundering loud rainstorms at night. So painting the outside was out.

AH-HA! I outsmarted the old broad, and decided to paint the inside instead. I have been up to my eye balls in turquoise, pink and purple paint, not to mention spackle compound, tape and paintbrushes. After much ooohhhing and aaahhhing over my daughters' choices for their rooms, I set to working. There is something very calming about painting-until you hit the trim work. My last nerve almost didn’t make it through the trim painting. I do have some very cute pictures of my five year old though who fashioned a WalMart plastic bag into a lovely paint romper, complete with smirk!

So in the middle of this painting I an idea smacked me. It hit me so hard that I had to get off of the ladder, which was killing my feet anyway, so now I have a battered last nerve and sore feet. I ran into the kitchen, grabbed the envelope that my cell phone bill was in and jotted down my idea. So then what happened? I didn’t want to paint anymore, but now I have bedrooms torn apart and have to finish them. Painting is getting on my last nerve----