Brain, you let me forget why I was here!

In my very first blog post on June 16th, 2015, I laid out some goals for myself.

I was supposed to take the time to write, and in so doing determine if writing is helping my brain be less forgetful.

It has been a month, and I do not believe there has been any change in my capacity for remembering things. I must confess, however, that this is entirely to me ‘forgetting’ about my experiment.

I simply haven’t taken the time to write anything besides these blog posts, and one unsatisfactory children’s book, nor have I done any puzzles. The only brain stimulation I’ve consistently worked on is our weekly German studies.

I will try harder to do better this month.

I’m going to go do a crossword puzzle right now. [I have a crossword puzzle book that I’ve been using off and on since I was in 9th grade, it’s so old!].

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…are you [brain] under the couch?

The first post was actually written yesterday, so I feel I ought to contribute something else to the internet today.

Here is a list of things I have forgotten today:

1. To include a vegetable with tonight’s dinner.

2. To bring my friend my extra food processor that I promised her two months ago.

3. … I think there was something else but it’s gone forever. That’s what I tell my son when he “drops” his fork on the floor.

I did have a genius idea today! Tomorrow, my One and Only will tell me a phrase to remember when he goes to work, and he is going to test me when he gets home.


Here is an introduction to the blog as I envision it tonight.

The Characters – the people who have to deal with me on a daily basis.

Me – My name is Maria. I am the author and main character. I hope to learn how to write on a more proficient level as I attempt to “exercise my brain”. Other byproducts include learning new skills (my shortlist includes Juggling, and planting an herb garden). I love to read, I find that it really lets me travel outside myself. Don’t worry, I also love coming back into myself.

My One and Only – to steal a phrase from the Chaos Walking trilogy by Patrick Ness. I may also refer to him as S. or my husband. He is thoughtful, handsome, puts the toilet seat down, and best of all he loves me.  He is also waiting on me to finish so that we can eat the chocolate chip cookies that I took out of the oven a few minutes ago. They smell good!

Little Man – also known as F. or  “my son”. Lately I can’t seem to stop calling him Buddy, but I never speak the way I write. Who does? He is a 14 month old boy who JUST learned how to walk (June 14), is working on teeth number 7 & 8, loves to “read”, and is just generally awesome. He’s not perfect though, he did fail his hearing test a week ago and we shall see what the specialist recommends when we visit next month. (This may explain his lack of words, currently everything is “DA!!” Fortunately he’s started picking up some sign language, although he mostly only knows animal names right now.) I could talk about him FOREVER.

E – The mysterious little person we are trying to give life to. Not much to say yet, but we keep trying!

The Plot

Learn how to draw inspiration for stories from my environment.

Write said stories.

Become good at writing stories.

Through this process I anticipate filling the blogosphere with book reviews, recipe reviews, general musings, stories, tid-bits, jokes, and progress reports on whether or not my brain has been found and repaired to working conditions.

What is wrong with my brain?

Where, oh where, is the great brown bear? The one who has learned to share how he has such great hair?

The rabbit, unfortunately, has developed a habit….and I am glad it…

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This is going to be an experiment: Can writing help my brain become less useless?

I am a terribly forgetful person, and sometimes it feels as if thinking literally pains me. I am ashamed of this fact, since historically I have been designated as a “smart person”. What has happened to my brain since school ended? It’s not drugs, and although I am not a tee-total-er I don’t think alcohol can be blamed for the demise of what was once the treasure inside my head. I am choosing to believe that the brain is a muscle that must be exercised.

Or perhaps the brain is like a pet. It needs fresh air, clean water, scrumptious food, exercise, and love. And a good belly rub.

Now the question that remains is how do I measure my success or failure in this experiment? And how did the word processor know my next word would be experiment? Creepy.

I can tell you that on a scale of one to ten I would currently rate my brain as a 4, but that is neither a great measurement, nor probably a comparable one. Perhaps, if you have read my attempts at writing that I made at the start of this document, you might sympathize with my struggle.

My goal is to start slow and work my way up:

  1. Write 1 complete story a month

  2. Complete 1 puzzle a week.

And perhaps in a few months we may see some improvement.

Let us hope for the best!