Maybe I’m just not ready to write this yet… I have story ideas that need to be put on the page, and the only thing keeping me from doing that is this insane need to dot my Is and cross my Ts so that I can say “ah… finally, I can relax and spend time with my characters”…
Thing is… it’s late for me already, and this medicine I started a few days ago for the tick bite (doxycyline, so not really a nasty one; it’s just somehow hitting me badly) made eating exciting all day. Oh, that and the big drill in my mouth and sore jaw from getting fitted for a new crown….
At this rate I’ll have more porcelain in my mouth than tooth. Actually… I thin I’m already be there.
But there lies the check-in and the sort-of all in one… I’ve been writing. I feel the urge and the need to write. Life has not been cooperating with me. And I just sliced my palm open on one of those upholstery staples, so typing hurts.
I’m a very talented lady, with lots of words to write. I haven’t been as good at my non-writing goals (I took pictures yesterday, but not today; I haven’t been doing my languages, no MOOCs, I did do push-up practice… actually a pretty productive couple of days when I think of it).
Tomorrow I’ll be reopening the linky for the First Friday Photo on my other blog The Garden of Delights. It’s just a once a month thing, and I’d love it if you’d like to contribute an image.
This isn’t my contribution… this is what I’d be doing right now if I could. A few months to go before we hit Saranac however.