Scrambled Words and Toast.
Do your words lay in clumps across the page, like scrambled eggs? Do they yearn for something more than a comma or a period?
Do they need a fork to guide them, a menu to organize them? Do your words lose their meaning and look more like toast?
It happened to me. Just me and my scrambled words and toast. Food for thought or thought for food? No matter. They both end up in the digital crapper. I press the delete key and flush. Lately, I can’t figure out if I should be writing humor, fiction or humor-fiction. And then there’s the dark stuff. Love the dark stuff.
Chocolate cake for the brain. No matter how far I dig I can’t seem to find that comfortable place for preparing a recipe of words.
What kind of words? Big ones, small ones, made up ones, as in badoodling crappy stuff on the page, the leading cause of scrambled words and toast.
Should I write with a knife? Use a pen as a toothpick? It’s all so confusing. Betwixt and befuddled. And in what direction should I point the keyboard?
I feel like Dorothy, in the Wizard of Oz, at the crossroads where she meets the Scarecrow, when she asks him, “…But which road should I take?”
The Scarecrow crosses his arms, his fingers pointing in opposite directions, and says, “That way!” That’s where I am, stuck at “that way,” heading in two directions at once, getting nowhere.
Stuck on the breakdown lane of the Internet highway. I’ve never had a blogging niche.
I’m not a food blogger or a mommy blogger and don’t know anything about gardening, except for weeds. I know how to grow them but not get rid of them. That’s why I’m stuck in them. I’m not an expert on anything.
I just enjoy observing the world and interpreting what I see. And what about scrambled words and toast? That’s Paul McCartney’s fault. “Scrambled Eggs” was the original title for “Yesterday.”
One evening, I watched an old performance of his on the public broadcasting channel. He described how the song, “Yesterday,” came to him in a dream.
He didn’t know what it was at the time and so he called it “Scrambled Eggs.” Hence, scrambled words and toast, or let’s call it what it really is – scrambled brains.
Do you have scrambled brains?