I don’t have much work to do today, so when I was creating my to do list this morning, I included two items that relate to a personal writing project I have going, on which my progress has been limited (and crappy). I didn’t get much sleep last night (featured nightmare: a screaming argument with my mom over my insistence on taking a multi-vitamin) and my mind has been fluttering about all day, resisting every attempt to reign it in. It’s probably just as well, because I’m pretty sure anything I could churn out at this point wouldn’t be considered an improvement.
Case in point: I just told someone I had the attention span of a goldfish today. And then subsequently remembered that it’s the memory of a goldfish that is short, not its attention span, which means my metaphor is both lazy and inaccurate. Perhaps a comparison to a 4-year-old with a belly full of Red Dye #5 would be more apt? A teenager with a new cell phone and an unlimited texting package? A mustachioed philanderer in the throes of a midlife crisis? Elizabeth Taylor, circa 1950-1996?
These awful metaphors doing anything for anyone?