Me to myself just now: “OK. One…two…three…BLOG! And BLOG!
“Any second now.”
Apparently I’m too familiar with my mental tricks for them to work.
Or am I?
I think I’m heading for tea today, rather than another cup of coffee. It’s gray outside again, not for change, that’s for sure, and tea sounds cozier to me.
I know what’s coming next in the manuscript I’m working on, and I think I’ve been putting it off. I’d like to blame my protagonist who is definitely putting it off, but seeing as she’s a figment of my imagination, it’s possible we might both be a little bit responsible.
Meanwhile that tea isn’t going to make itself. It should.
But it won’t.
I hope you have a wonderful Wednesday.
I guess we’re sticking to weekly? Habits are habits, it seems.
It’s felt like a longer week than it was, but that tends to happen in this brave new timeline. So much information constantly coming at us makes everything feel like it’s elongated.
Yet here we are.
So on to the task at hand, the week. If you were following along this week, you know already that I had a huge breakthrough with a book that’s been sitting. I’ve made progress in it, and it’s careening toward a conclusion, which is a nice feeling. Especially when something has stalled for so long.
When it comes to fitness, five days, five workouts, though Monday had a bit of a problem as the service wasn’t working properly. I substituted a really fun dance workout that was in the site library, and onward we went.
That’s my week. How was yours?
I keep thinking today is Thursday. It’s not Thursday, it’s Wednesday. Not sure why I’m stuck on Thursday, but I guess we’ll find out tomorrow.
So I had one of those breakthroughs yesterday, an epic breakthrough like a dam bursting, where I finally, finally figured out a major plot point in one of the many stalled books I have going.
Stalled no more.
It’s the writer’s high we’re always chasing, that moment when you think, “Oh, THAT’S it.” When it all comes together, when it all finally makes sense.
My back brain is much smarter than my front brain. No question.
Now all I have to do is get it down on paper. Easy right?
You can join me again when you stop laughing.
Anyway, I’m off to imaginary worlds. Have a wonderful day in yours, imaginary or not so.
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It’s Thursday! That means a ten word story using the photo above.
Exactly ten words.
OK, here’s mine:
Intergalactic invasion complete, soon Earth would belong to umbrella-kind.
The feeling that we’ve transported to the early days of Gilead has me on the fence about what used to be one of my favorite shows. My only hope is that they tear the whole thing down.
I’d enjoy that.
But otherwise, it’s pretty intense, and given everything happening now, including the dehumanization of women in several states, it’s a tough watch.
I’ll probably watch it.
But I’ll have to brace myself.
What we need now is hope, even if it seems out of step with reality, even if hope feels pointless. Because once you settle in to it all being pointless, then, well, it is.
Here’s hoping for a happy ending.
And here comes the thunder. It was already dark and gray and raining, and I just saw a flash of lightning.
The thunder followed, as it does.
And I just got distracted, watching the rain. Today’s rain I see as cleansing, as a harbinger of change, washing away the debris of before, giving chance for everything to begin afresh.
Maybe that’s only my mindset. Who knows.
But I like the sound of it, the hush it brings, the way it mutes the tires of the cars. There is no rush today, there is no beating the rain, the rain is here and by the looks of it, it plans to stay.
It’s a good day for being indoors, a day where outside holds no special call. A day for Getting Things Done.
I hope you have a lovely Tuesday.
That is the question.
Whether ’tis better to be energized in the morning, but restless at night, and by restless, sleepless…
OK, that’s enough near-Shakespeare.
I really want the second cup of coffee. But last night I got a lot of sleep. A whole lot of sleep. Nearly eight hours of it.
Can you imagine?
So that was pretty cool. That won’t happen if I have more coffee. Decisions, Decisions.
It was one of those nights that felt like constant dreams, and in one of them, I was writing. Nearly two pages worth.
Did it have the courtesy to stick around when I woke up?
It did not.
I have no idea what I was even working on. Also, I may have been on a plane. At some point, I was on a spaceship, so I would think that would prove very inspiring.
Anyway, point is sleep is good, feeling antsy, not as good.
But that siren call of coffee.
Have a great Tuesday.