Slouching toward Bethlehem

[rolanni]

. . .or maybe only Monday.

Well, I had great plans for today, chiefest among them wringing a complete first draft out of my underachieving brain and onto the page.  This did not happen.  Honest to ghu, how long can it take to write a single story?

I did shovel snow — the snow was wet, the day was warm — and took care of bidness correspondence, some of which begat more correspondence to be done, um, later.  I paid medical bills in-hand, and there’s still money in the checkbook.  I did the laundry.  I fell on Mozart, which may have been his plan, but wasn’t mine.  Just generally speaking, I’m at a point in my life where the less I fall down, the better I like it.  Reprising the role I play in Real Life, I have been an Evil Liberal on teh intertubes.  I did not do the dishes, because I didn’t want to.   I received the wisdom of the LJ Flist on iTunes, for which I thank everyone who shared very much.

. . .and that’s all the news &c.  Time for lunch and the girding of one’s loins for the morrow.

Progress on “Intelligent Design”
5,373 out of 10,000 words OR 53.73% complete

Originally published at Sharon Lee, Writer. You can comment here or there.

Comments

Cane & Slouching toward Bethlehem

[(Anonymous)]

I thoroughly agree that the cane gets a lot of respect. I've used it on and off since spinal surgery, and even more so since the heart surgery, where all that bed rest weakened the back more. Not sure if it is respect or simply fear that I'll whack someone with it! And in snowy weather, I don't go out hardly at all. Even with the cane I went down on my face once, winding up all bloodied. Haven't tripped over a cat for thirty years now. Probably about due!

Joan C