Sorry, folks, it’s Wrist to Forehead Monday. Maybe Tired Monday, although that doesn’t really have a ring to it. I’m too tired for either Mental Meanderings or Middle-aged Musings. I have no reason to feel so tired, but there it is.
I think one thing that is making me tired is that I am not writing, and I am damn tired of not being able to write. All I have written today is less than a page on a letter to a friend. And I was not particularly witty or interesting on that. I had some great ideas on how to progress on my novel on Friday but have had no chance so far to implement them. Oh, I know, real writers make time.
OK, hold it right there. Nobody can MAKE time. We all have 24 hours in a day. All the time management in the world will not make it 25 or even 24 hours and 6 minutes.
However, one can TAKE time. The time you were using to do X can instead be used to do Y. No, I’m not going to list all the crap I’ve been doing instead of writing, but, yes, it does involve cable television. I’m fond of saying “don’t judge,” but in this case I’ll say go ahead and judge me, because I have not taken the time to write.
The nice thing about Monday, though, is that is the beginning of the week. I have the whole rest of the week to change my evil ways and write more. Will I succeed? You’ll read about it here if I do. Happy Monday, everyone.