I did get a lot of writing done Monday though. I made excellent progress on Appetites and cleaned up the first 10,000 words of Echoes which I then fired off to an editor. The rest will follow later.
Yesterday I attended an insurance seminar. Maybe that’s the culprit. My brain got sucked back into the industry.
Or maybe it’s just one of those days. Did you ever have one? A day where any constructive thought seems more slippery than wet soap? More elusive that clear photos of Bigfoot? My internal creative compass resembles a mini fan, spinning like it was the dog days of August. Either that or I now possess Captain Jack Sparrow’s compass. If I close my eyes and think hard enough about what I really…ZZZZ.
Hunh, wha? Oh, sorry. Musta dozed off there. Where was I? No seriously, where was I?
Actually, I think I know the true culprit. I worked out last night, for the first time in a long time. It is humbling to realize just out of shape I’ve let myself get. The weights weren’t too heavy (been down that painful road before) and I wasn’t too winded. It’s just activity after so long a period of inactivity. I am 40… ish after all, I think I’ll blame the mid-life crisis for my sudden need to find other shapes to be in than round. Afterall, typing isn’t exactly an endurance sport, full contact sometimes, but I’ll never be left winded by pecking at the keyboard with two fingers.
So, I’m ashamed to say, I feel tired this morning. My arms feel heavy. I feel… old.
Maybe I just need another cup of coffee, and a drive around the block in the Mustang with the top down. I think I’ll look into getting my hair highlighted…