I am having a simply dreadful time. This is at least the fourth time I have logged onto WordPress in the last hour and I cannot seem to compose a blog post. Even a lame one. What, I ask, is my problem?
I know, a lot of you have been asking that question for years (you know who you are).
Full disclosure (I use that phrase a lot, don’t I?): It’s not a “real” Friday for me. I have to work tomorrow. Of course overtime can be a beautiful thing, especially when one has already spent the money (who, me, not stay within my budget? I daresay I might if I had one, but let’s leave that alone for now).
I mentioned in yesterday’s post that I have a fun adventure planned for tomorrow. At least, I hope it will be fun. It involves some nice friends and helping a worthy cause. What’s not to like? Tonight I have rehearsal for Roxy, the play I am in at Ilion Little Theatre, another Mohawk Valley adventure.
Now that I think about it, I seem to remember a few other adventures I never wrote about. Must think back and try to remember those; I don’t suppose it is too late.
All this by way of introduction to a very brief whine about how I can’t seem to get my brain to write anything substantive TODAY! I feel certain that this is not an uncommon phenomenon among writers. Perhaps I could overcome it if I sat here and tried. Unfortunately, I do not have time for such exertions right now. I must scurry to rehearsal, and when I get home I must hustle to bed to be up early tomorrow.
As I said, I feel dreadful about it. But not too dreadful to post this piece of nonsense. I hope you’re all having a marvelous Friday.