I’m trying too hard, and it’s not working, so once again, I’m just letting go and no doubt amazingly I’ll find some time to write later today. And if nothing else, at least I won’t be feeling so frustrated about not making any progress.
In the meantime, I’m reading, rocking my sick grumpy baby, and thinking about all kinds of things – from three short stories in the works now (yes I KNOW, I have to stop beginning stories in my head while I think and then NEEDing to write them down), to potential paint colours for the walls in each room, to costume design for a pirate party I am going to next month. I AM going, even if it’s just for an hour.
It’s beautiful outside, the washing is almost all done, the house is pretty tidy and my husband is finally learning to drive. Life in general is good, and I’m keeping that in mind.
And the writing can wait, it’s not going anywhere, eventually, there will be time.