Brain Overload and Feeling Green

By elizabethcassidy • August 17th, 2009

I hate being MIA here at my blog headquarters.

I decided to take this 12 week blogging teleclass – what’s wrong with a little more info? In my world – that word is “plenty.” OMG- I feel my tiny little brain cells begging for mercy, asking for forgiveness if they think they trespassed against me and sleep becomes something my neighbors only do.

The first class I knew I was in trouble. Terms I have never heard before. Writing code and all this crap that you do behind the scenes. Plus, the class is 2 hours long on a Monday afternoon. Makes me wish for my old job at Doubleday. Hmmm..note to self: last boss was and still is a psycho that would scare the hell out of Norman Bates.

Does anyone ever feel like they can’t possibly take in any more info less their brains explode? I actually feel my temperature go up, my eyes dry up, my hair becomes dry and brittle and breaks off, I can’t lift my legs and I think my body weight goes up at least 10% – all for more info on blogging?

My teacher is brilliant, but I fear she may have me killed. Not like I would fault her for putting a contract out on me. I would. But, she is also so patient and does not talk down and actually does cheer you on- that you will get it. Yeah, right. Have you seen inside my brain lately? A sidebar- you know when your doctor is examining your eyes and he or she is not an eye doctor – well, ask them what they are looking at. Answer – it’s your brain.

My teacher is also from the south and my voice must crackle into her ear canal. This New Yorker, whose organs are sweating profusely, finds the soft tones almost soothing until I can’t add or delete some thing I cannot identify or what theme will work best for me. I told her bright red. I picked a peaceful, “zen” green and realized that I will more than likely change it again. There is a knock at my front door – it’s the hit man. Oh, he’s very polite. Must be those southern manners I hear about.

I did mention to her that I do blog for skirt! and she knows skirt!. she can go down the block and pick up a copy. I have mine flown in and delivered to my doorstep.

I have no idea where I am going with this blog, but maybe to say, “Thanks, Teach.” One day this stuff will make sense and then I will pass it on to someone else. Because my brain just can’t hold all this stuff.

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