I should have brought my writing project with me to work today. There doesn’t seem to be much to do.
I went and bought a new pack of pens, and did some writing! I’m glad I was able to do something tonight, but with all the time I wasted procrastinating and pen-shopping, I had little time to devote, and now it’s time to get ready for bed. There’s always tomorrow…maybe…Friday, possibly. Maybe this weekend. So. Next week!
My current project is a simple hand-written journal. I need to get back in the habit of writing, and I need to process some of my experiences so they’re more accessible for written-word purposes. Unfortunately, all of my pens have wandered off or dried up! Consequently, tonight’s writing session is cancelled.
…is that you have to find the energy to continue working after you’ve already put in a day’s work.
Had an hour-long conversation with my mother. A lot of healing still needs to take place, but I can’t pick at scabs when the wound is still bleeding. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.
The thing I want most in my life is to be an author. (Okay, so I’m adding about fifty qualifications to that statement in my mind, but we’ll let that pass for the moment.) But I’m a writer who doesn’t write, at least not often enough. So with any luck (and by luck I mean self-discipline and good timing), I can at least keep the creative juices flowing a bit with this blog. If I ever…ever…EVER…publish anything, I will be sure the brag about it to no end here. Until then, feel free to keep up with my vapid ramblings. Or not.
This is the person who writes this blog.