Don’t mean to shock you, but it’s gray again today. Heavy clouds and maybe rain and not nearly July at all.
So difficult to believe this year is half-through, but the calendar proves it. Slow-moving disasters sure fly by in retrospect.
It’s quiet, though, not much traffic, and what I hear is hushed, like the cars are also waiting for the rain.
It’s a good day for writing.
I got out this weekend, Saturday was beautiful, and went to the Chicago Botanic Garden. For some reason I looked at it like a person visiting from somewhere else, and took in how sweeping the gardens are, how vast, how varied. What a gorgeous place.
The break was good. I haven’t looked at my photos yet, though. I should probably do that. I don’t think I got anything spectacular, but we’ll see.
So a’Mondaying we shall go. Hope you have a wonderful one.
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.
It’s pretty chilly for June. Last year, we were steaming away with incredibly high temps, and this year, it’s feeling like April.
I’ll take the cooler temperatures but I’m not sure everyone would agree.
Yesterday’s can-do optimism has given way to something else, something waterlogged with the news that just keeps going, with one ridiculous thing after another.
Exhausting stories of endless entitlement and unearned privilege, of shocked horror at consequences for actions, of people who should stay quiet asserting they have the right to be front and center.
You have to wonder if this is all deliberate, stuck as we are in the minds of writers. I feel like it’s shifted to Bradbury at this point.
Maybe more coffee would help. I’ll think about that.
Regardless, off I go into the great expanse that is Tuesday. Have a fabulous day.
Sometimes I wonder if we’re a little unfair to Monday. I mean, there it is, just doing its Monday thing, getting the week going after a weekend of inertia.
It’s got to be a rough gig.
No one ever says “Thank goodness it’s Monday!” It doesn’t have restaurants named after it, there are no Twitter trends with “yay” right in the name.
“Monyay” doesn’t have the same ring.
But Mondays do bring with them a unique gift: a new start, each and every week. Even if the official start of the week is Sunday.
See how a day could get grumpy?
Let’s try to embrace the Mondayness of it all, and make it a real sleeve-roller-upper.
Have a great Monday.
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.
Well behind us. Thank all that’s thankable for that.
The day did not improve, as the Roomba immediately wedged itself again, and then another string of annoyances. But yesterday was yesterday, today today, and never the twain shall meet.
And here we are.
It’s another stunningly beautiful day, and so far things seem to be somewhat less out to get me. Nothing’s jumped out of the fridge at me, so I’d call that a bonus.
Otherwise, not much to report today, I’m feeling languidly reflective, despite my coffee. Perhaps there should be more in my future.
And with that, I launch myself into Tuesday. Have a great day.
Monday really came at me this morning. First I couldn’t get my workout to stream, then I discovered a tub of guacamole had fallen out of the fridge…last night.
Then a jar of spaghetti sauce decided it couldn’t live without the guacamole, and IT took a dive. There was glass.
I knew I didn’t feel like getting out of bed this morning.
My Roomba apparently feels the same way, it seems pretty dedicated to staying under the couch.
Now that’s a full-on Monday. I’m hoping we can reach a truce.
Overall it was a relaxing, quiet weekend, so I guess it’s only fair? It probably isn’t, but I’m working on that truce thing. See?
And right on cue, the Roomba distress signal. It’s wedged under the farthest reaches of the sofa. I’m going in.
If I’m not back by tomorrow, send in a team.
Have as good a Monday as is humanly possible.