A couple of day ago, I typed part of a post in on (in on? Is that right?) our tablet. I lamented the difficulty of typing one letter at a time with the stylus, although it was kind of a fun game as well. Today I post with a different difficulty. I am sitting on my front porch and it seems the ambient light (I simply adore the word “ambient”) is not conducive. Superimposed on my computer screen is the wall of my house, a little bit of window, the mailbox, and my own ugly face. Oh, I guess some people do not find it ugly. Actually, my hair looks kind of cool. But I digress.
I was determined that this shall not be another week of I Got Nuthin’ (ooh, just flashed on the song from Porgy and Bess, “I Got Plenty o’ Nothin'”). For one reason, I am off work. What else do I have to do but have Mohawk Valley adventures and write about them? Oh well, I guess a few things. Laundry, finishing the banana play, learning my lines for Much Ado About Nothing, a few other assorted household chores… Ah, here we come to a truism of the Writing Life. There are always things to do other than writing.
For example, what have I done today? I took a lovely run, hung out with my husband till he had to go to stupid work, did several loads of laundry, including folding most of them, talked to my mother and one sister on the phone, started a letter to a friend (ooh! that was writing!), took the dog for two walks (three if you count the cool-down after my run) ,did the dishes… um, I think that was all. Oh, all right I took a nap. What’s your point?
The whole time I felt a dreadful resistance to writing. This may have been pure laziness, and I tried to be firm with myself. All I could manage was said letter to friend. And how silly am I being? If I truly could not progress on the banana play, I could have done a Running Commentary, a Pedestrian Post about either or both of the dog walks, or even a Preview of Coming Attractions about what I intend to do tomorrow and for the rest of the week.
And yet, here I sit, looking at my own face and getting eyestrain trying to see the words around it and just, well, typing. The good thing is that my husband has now joined me. I’ll read him what I have so far and see if he thinks it is OK and perhaps can help me think of a title.