Not very inspiring for a Monday, I guess. Maybe because I’m not feeling very inspired. I’m pretty sure I’m the first person in the history of Mondays to feel this way on a Monday.
See, I can be sluggish and funny. Ish.
The only word I could think of to describe how I feel today was “molasses,” and so I turned to my thesaurus and realized how often you have to think of a synonym to find the synonyms. Ponder that for a while.
Or as long as you want, this is a space for free thought.
And now there is a drill of some sort going, a high-pitched drill competing with sirens outside and it’s pretty clear that whatever this Monday may be, it’s going to be loud. That ought to wake me up.
So as I try to unstick myself and venture off into the Mondayness of Monday, I hope you have a lovely Monday yourself.
Still in Grayville over here. Looks warmer, though; most of the snow is gone, patches of a color more green than it should be in January now bigger than the white ones.
I’m drinking my coffee but not drinking it enough, I think, I’m still woolly-headed and my alarm sliced through the very middle of a dream.
A busy dream.
Busy with what, I don’t know. I also don’t know why I can’t just have dreams that involve sitting quietly somewhere pleasant. That seems relaxing.
Editing went not too terribly yesterday, though it did highlight how many problems I have earlier in the manuscript. But that’s what getting your hands dirty, getting up to your elbows in the muck of the mess of the manuscript, is all about.
Or so I tell myself. For me, it’s the hardest part.
Anyway, I’m going to Tuesday my own Tuesday, and you have a terrific one yourself.
Behind today, I was waylaid by a tweet that has generated a bunch of responses, some of them thoughtful, some of them abusive, some of them just plain propaganda. And again.
I need to focus on us here. Hi.
So not much writing done this week unless you count tweets, though I did make a joke that got a good reception and no mean comments so I feel like that’s an accomplishment.
Fitness, five days, five workouts but I was really draggy this week. Even today the trainer was one of my favorites and it was one of my favorite types of workout. It flew by but it was a struggle.
I may have a cold but I feel like I’m fighting it off.
Meanwhile it’s thunderstormy and I love it.
So that’s me. How was your week?
No #AccountaClub this week, because for the next few days we’re doing something fun and different! #PromptaPalooza!
What is that, you ask?
It’s a special week of writing from prompts! Or almost week. Haven’t decided yet.
You know how I like to wing it.
Today’s prompt is from a list of random words I generated on this site. You can write whatever you like, as long as you like, whatever format you like.
Just incorporate these six words: noble, mysterious, harlot, convict, country, affliction.
I was all ready to do a ten word photo prompt and then I realized it’s Wednesday. Not Thursday.
Consider this your public service announcement.
Today started out beautiful and blue but clouds rolled in and I’m not sure of the weather’s intentions. Could go either way.
Like a lot of things these days.
I’m not full of deep thoughts today, so I’ll keep it short and simple. And have a good Wednesday, because it’s not Thursday.
(Photo by ISABELA NAIARA MATILDE from Pexels)
Ten word photo prompt time! Using the picture above, write a ten word story. You can have a title, but don’t go overboard.
OK, here’s mine:
Her youth silently stolen in the night, Anna plotted vengeance.
Had one of those nights with my thoughts piling like rocks in my head, one thought after another, and they felt like they were still spinning underneath my dreams.
Not a restful night of sleep last night.
It’s another bright day, though, not as sunny as yesterday but mostly sunny, and I think warmer. I’d like to feel inspired, motivated but mostly I just feel…blah.
It’s one of those blah days.
I’m going to need my list. Only a list will get me motivated. Or annoyed enough at the lack of crossed-off items to get me crossing off.
Well a list and coffee. Which is getting cold. Give me a second, I’ll be right back.
OK, it’s reheated. Where were we? Ah yes.
Perhaps bright-eyed and bushy-tailed is overly optimistic these days. Perhaps. There’s a lot going on.
Sometimes one foot in front of the other, even with the smallest distance between them, is all a person can muster. Sometimes just standing still is a step forward.
You know what I mean.
So off I go into the expanse of the day, having sufficiently talked myself into medium. Have a wonderful Wednesday.