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!