 9:00pm rolls around. I sit down to meet my daily blog commitment, resigned, maybe even morose. By 9:00, I’m ready to let my brain go into shut-down mode, especially after I’ve enjoyed a couple of Jonathan’s gin gimlets and a lovely 2-quiche dinner: bacon arugula shallot, and broccoli onion tomato, gruyere cheese. There were several times today when I thought – oh yes! That is what I will write about today. Ideas buzzing with possibility hovered right there at the ready. But I missed those opportunities. Now it’s 9:00, and the birds of inspiration have flown; the coffers are empty; the well has run dry; the shop has closed down for the day. My aspirations only rise to the level of watching TV, playing cribbage, scrolling mindlessly through Facebook, or just slipping into bed with a good book. I guess I’ll only be able to fall back on this excuse once. I’d better try to get blogging before 9pm from now on, or just stave off that floating state of contented oblivion until I’ve done my job. My 60th year in 60,000 words Day 84: 176 words, TOTAL = 14,072; 45,928 remaining |
AuthorRobin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families. Archives
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