 It was bound to happen eventually. I woke up with a jolt at 12:38am after about three hours of sleep. I never posted yesterday. By noon (about 13 hours ago), my blog page was cued up, awaiting entry. My writing file was open, “Day 155” entered. Nothing. I built a fire, worked on my book summary pages. Blog ideas gurgled through my brain filters, seeking purchase. I stared at the screen, came up blank. I called my niece about this weekend’s visit, processed emails, called my copyeditor, thought about the blog again, walked the dogs, looked for photo ideas. Jonathan came home. I made these two quiches (asparagus-onion-pepper and arugula-ricotta-parmesan). We played cribbage, ate dinner, read books, went to bed at 8-something (He’d worked all night. What was my excuse? Maybe it’s this giving up caffeine thing…). Anyway. Sorry. I hate making mistakes. I wonder how long it will take to get back to sleep. My 60th year in 60,000 words Day 155: 155 words, TOTAL = 25,246; 34,754 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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