So today I have my head in the clouds. My brain never came back from the weekend, and I’m having a lot of trouble bringing my focus down to this mortal plane.
I mean, who wants the mortal plane anyway when you could have clouds?! People who have stuff to do, that’s who. Oh wait, that’s me.
You’d think being in a daydreamy mood would help with writing. My imagination is drifting gently from thought to thought, caught on a soft breeze. Unfortunately, though, in that state, the ideas tend to stay inside my head and don’t make the necessary trip out through my fingers.
Actually getting something written is work. And not one part of me, from the brain that has to think to the hands that have to type, wants to do its job. It’s like I’m on a relaxed, floaty strike.
Which is really not a great thing on a Monday. If the week starts out this way, how’s it going to end up going? That’s the big question. If trying get this post written is any indication, possibly not too smoothly.
There are times I’d indulge this feeling, take a break and just gather wool. Not literal wool, though, because, I mean, what would I do with it? It’s not like I can spin yarn. I can spin a yarn, but I don’t think you need wool for that. Or maybe you do. Maybe that’s what I’ve been doing wrong.
Maybe I should ask Hugh Howey.
Huh, look at that. I managed to put together an entire blog post. Next stop, the WORLD! OK, maybe just some blog visits. And oh yeah. Some writing.
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