My middle daughter packed up the little-bitties and headed to the park for an hour. She wanted to give me an hour of quiet so that I can write. So far, I have…
- let the cat out
- polished off a bag of potato chips
- folded a load of laundry
- cleaned the dirt out from under my fingernails
- let the cat back in
- purged a stack of sticky-notes that cluttered my writing area
- fed the sourdough starter
- watered my baby rosebush
- let the cat back out
- deleted spam messages from my website
- updated my “books read” list on Goodreads
- slurped down a glass of tea
- let the cat back in
- added “toilet paper” and “laundry soap” to my grocery list
- deleted a bazillion messages from my email in-box
- folded another load of laundry
- let the cat back out
- thought about what to cook for supper
- folded another load of laundry
- …..
Here’s one of the weird things about writing: the more you write, the easier it is to write; the less you write, the harder it is.
I can’t seem to find my inner writer’s “go” button. You know: clock’s ticking, hit Power ON, and – BAM! – you write!
My brain is slow to power up, slow getting into writing mode.
Oh, hang on a sec…
THERE’S the power button!!!
Okay, now I’m in business. Let’s write!