Living with Fibromyalgia and writing

As a writer, you would like your brain to be working when you sit down to type at the computer, or when you pick up a pen. For me though, there are many days when I feel like I am looking through a fog, trying to catch a glimpse of that elusive word or idea that seems just out of reach. I will sit in front of the computer, with a blank document in front of me, or the point I'm up to in a story... and nothing, except a mindless groping through endless thick mist. If it were in real life, this mist, you would hear nothing except the faint echoes of sound, muffled, never to be found.   

Mostly I am brimming over with ideas, good and bad, that I will edit later. However, there are these days that I have just mentioned, that nothing happens. Blankness. Darkness. The (seemingly) never ending fog. These are the days that I end up barely able to string a sentence together. Naming words especially escape me. Try to imagine that you are having a conversation and not saying a noun.  

"Can you put the ... hmmm. What's that called? The thing I want to boil water in for a... umm....?" Thankfully, my daughter is very good at filling in the blanks.  

In any case, I will forge ahead, one plodding step at a time. At least I am not down to an old woman shuffle this winter. For the first time in ten years, I am able to walk normally. This I celebrate. Now, I'm off to make a... what was I doing? Ah! Ah! Just tricking. Have a nice day and God bless.