If you’ve checked out our Fore & Aft section to the left (that would be <— that way, ladies and gent) you’ve read our bios.  Though we’ve been a bit slackerish about updating them recently (we’re PIRATES), there is a reference to chicken salad in mine. 

Maybe you just thought I loved me some chicken salad.  If you did, you’d be right (what’s not to love?)  But, that isn’t the real reason.  Hellie was referencing the blog below.  I wrote this blog over a year ago and it was posted on my very very neglected personal blog.  Please read, then I shall continue.

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So, I was bashing my head against the monitor of my laptop yesterday…. No, I lie. My laptop was an expensive purchase. I was really bashing my head on the table top in the kitchen. Anyway, I digress. In the midst of my self-abuse, I was ranting about how I was never going to finish, how hard it was to get this out, and worrying obsessively about whether it would even be any good.

My husband, in his infinite wisdom, squeezed my arm, and said, “Honey, you know how I always tell you that you can’t make chicken salad out of chicken sh!t?”  As this is a common phrase in our household, I nodded pathetically, unsure of where he was going with this.

“Well,” he said. “You also can’t make chicken salad out of an invisible chicken.” Then, after dispensing this tidbit worthy of Confucius, he went off to watch ESPN.  I sat in stunned silence.  This made it so clear to me! He was right of course. I can’t fix something or make it what I want if it’s still in my head.  It was his nice way of telling to quit whining and write the darn thing down.

My husband is brilliant.

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This week, I’ve been again banging my head against my table and wondering what the heck happened to the words of my story.  I know the damn thing’s in my head someplace but I’ve been a bit paralyzed. 

This was one of those am-I-any-good/will-this-story-suck-it/I-swear-I’ll-never-finish weeks.  *le sigh*

Clearly, I needed a little chicken salad.

Anyone else got stuff that gets the lead out your brain?  Has anyone ever had these moments of clarity? And where did they come from? If not, has anyone out there had a day when they realized again why they married their spouse?  Anyone else having a “Crap, I suck” week?