That’s it. Wuss-out Wednesday it is. I just typed in two sentences and backspaced them out. I will not do it again. It is getting late (for me) and I am tired (as usual). I want to make my post and go to bed. Maybe after looking at Facebook, which I haven’t really had time to do today (I’m a little bit addicted).
Why, you may be asking, did I not write a post earlier, perhaps while on break at work or while waiting for a doctor appointment? I will answer, with a trace of defensive smugness (if you can be defensive and smug at the same time), I was writing something else. I worked all day on an article for Mohawk Valley Living. I hope it was good.
I often say that writing begets more writing, and I think in general it is true. But sometimes I get tired.
One problem is that I have been straight out between stage managing the play at Ilion Little Theatre, working overtime, dealing with homeowner-type chores, and in general trying to have a life. I guess that’s my whole problem. Who ever said I could have a life? I guess nobody, I just thought I could have one. Wrong again!
One encouraging thought (for me anyways), is that it looks as if writing really does encourage writing, because tired as I am, it is kind of fun to type this in now, and I am thinking how I would REALLY like to have an hour or two to sit and work at the novel I haven’t done a thing with in months. I positively must carve out time in my silly life to do so.
And perhaps tomorrow I can carve out time to write a better blog post. Happy Wednesday, everyone.