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She'll sit and stare at it for five minutes.
She'll try to think of something funny from the day before. She'll fail.
She'll try to think of something profound. She'll fail.
She'll check her stats and referrals to see if there's a good story.
Seeing the stats will depress her, and there's nothing in the referrals that's juicy.
So she'll get up from the computer. To get a cup of coffee.
On the way there, she will trip over five pairs of shoes. So she'll yell.
Listening to the kids stumble down the stairs will remind her that she needs to call her dad.
So she calls. But he's not home.
Listening to the answering machine will remind her, inexplicably, that she needs to go to the grocery store - so she will hang up without leaving a message, intent on finding a piece of paper. And a pen.
She'll start a grocery list. Which sends her to the refrigerator to check on fresh goods.
She will see the blueberries, and notice that they are close to spoiling.
So she'll decide to make a lemon blueberry bread. And pumpkin bread. And granola bars. And gingerbread.
While it's all baking, she'll return to the computer, and see an email.
Reading that email will prompt her to write a post for Zwaggle. As well as a post for Diets In Review.
She'll feel very efficient. Until she notices the empty "compose post" screen staring at her.
She'll look in the mirror and notice a stone white eyebrow. So she'll reach for her tweezers.
She won't be able to find the good ones, so she'll decide to look on Amazon to price new Tweezermans.
Which will remind her to update her wish list.
To clear her mind, she does 50 push ups, 50 sit ups, 50 squats and 50 lunges.
She practices her flex arm hang. THIRTY seconds, baybee.
Seeing her iPod, she remembers that she wanted to upload a new song, and goes to iTunes.
Where she is distracted and spends 30 minutes watching clips of various movies. Until she remembers that song she wanted and actually purchases it.
She goes for a walk. She tries to think of something, ANYTHING, to write about, and the only topic that comes to mind repeatedly is "Squirrels: Rats with tails." She discards this topic - and knows her readers will thank her.
Upon returning home, she'll surf around on Twitter looking for topics. She reads several links and get sidetracked.
The blank "compose post" screen will haunt her, so she'll turn to Facebook. Baaaadd move.
Two hours later, her daughter will come downstairs with a book.
Reading that book to her daughter will remind her of that stupid blank "compose post" screen.
And so she finally will.
