It was supposed to be a morning of writing. I had no domestic duties to distract me. And you know what I did? Nada! Zilch! Zero! Nothing!
I played online bridge, played on Facebook, wrote emails, tried to get Parks Canada backcountry reservations (to no avail) and generally frittered away the time.
I thought about writing. (Wow – there’s an accomplishment!) but didn’t actually do any. I have begun a few manuscripts and abandoned them. I keep thinking about going back to two of them. Perhaps I will.
But, in a nutshell, I am utterly uninspired. My energy isn’t there. I don’t know why that is. And I simply don’t want to “make myself” do it. I’m a disciplined person, so I don’t need to force myself to write.
I am just going to let it be.
“Fuck it!” As they say.
Meanwhile, Simon and the dogs and I had a nice snowshoe at View Ridge this afternoon. And we appear to be set to battle it out on the field of Scrabble play.
Works for me.