There are a few things in life you can pretty much count on. Not invariably, of course, but most of the time. If you open and close scissors near a person’s hair, they will probably get nervous. If you say, “Sometimes you feel like a nut,” the other person will probably say, “Sometimes you don’t.” If I have to be somewhere in the evening and want to get my blog post done first, I will probably not write anything ahead of time while on break at work.
Welcome to Non-Sequitur Thursday.
So yesterday I wrote a post about writing and today I write a post about not writing. Is that so bad? I suppose some people will think it is while others cut me a break. File that under another one of those things in life you can count on.
I must soon head out to pick up my husband Steven (I specify the relationship for the benefit of new readers, if any) and head to the monthly dinner meeting of Ilion Little Theatre. Of course I’m hungry NOW, so I just ate a few pretzels and drank a glass of milk. I find it difficult to write on an empty stomach. I know, I know, I’m not doing so hot after the snack either.
When I got home from work about an hour and a half ago, I walked down to Steven’s place of employment and got his vehicle, which I then drove home. It was not too cold until a bitter wind began to blow. Also, the sidewalks were rather treacherous with uneven ice, some of it deceptively covered with snow. Some profferers of advice to writers insist that adverbs are horrid words and must be avoided assiduously (see what I did there?). I disagree.
As I approach 300 words, I think it is clear that I am not going to come up with anything particularly noteworthy to say. However, I just thought of a headline. Tune in tomorrow, when Mohawk Valley Girl will once again explain that she did not write anything while on break at work.