The hardest part of yoga – aside from avoiding falling on your face – is being mentally present in your practice. They call it being on the mat. When your mind wanders away from your practice, some call it monkey brain – meaning it swings from thought to thought to thought. The same can be said for writing.
Today should be a perfect writing day for me: the husband is out of town, the pool is green (thanks to an algae infestation), storms are heading this way and we celebrated Father’s Day yesterday. I should be basking in my story, writing faster than more poor fingers can type.
But wouldn’t you know it, that damn Monkey Brain attacked.
What do I have to show for today? I’ve banged out four poorly written pages of my newest WIP, re-read a hastily written synopsis for Pardon Falls in hopes of resurrecting it, studied Book Baby for self-publishing research for Phoenix, trolled Amazon.com, spent way too much time on Twitter and Facebook, and finished laundry.
I’m begging my Muse to intercede and fight off the Monkey, but I think she’s at a bar somewhere, probably hitting on someone else’s Muse.
My awesome friend Jayna suggested gum, that it keeps the Monkey entertained. Here goes. If this doesn’t work, I’ll troll the cable until I find Office Space to watch for the eleventy-billionth time.
Tell me, how do you fight your Monkey Brain?