Do a Dollop of Daisy!

Okay, I know it doesn't make any sense, but I just have to let it flow. When I draw a blank, and can’t come up with anything to say, I stop thinking. Then I type the first thing that pops into my head. Obviously, the first installment on my new site means a lot to me. First impressions are everything—hence, the title, “Do a Dollop of Daisy.”

I realize you’re confused and probably wondering why you should continue to read on. I will bring it all together for you by the end of the next paragraph, I promise. Thank you for bearing with m—I am a freelancer, you know. We are quite a different lot of people.

There’s this “thing” about me. I don’t know what you’d call it. I am frozen. My brain won’t function until I can push past this “thing.” Most of what is pulsing through my thoughts right now is jingles, and pieces of goofy songs. Why does this happen? I’m going to call it, FASP (First Article Syndrome Paralysis).

What would you do, for a Klondike bar? I would write this crappy first piece, so I can move onto the next (not crappy piece). That way, number one is behind me. I can focus, and FASP can have no effect on my ability to function. So, please don’t judge me by this dollop. The upcoming editorial is going to be a daisy.