that’s actually not true. I haven’t caught up at all with myself. The girlie was sick a bit last week and I may have had a touch of her fever. Anyhow, my back is still crappy and I need to go see a chiro. Will I? Well, who knows. Course I have a ton of kid stuff to do this week after school and I have writing tasks that MUST. GET. DONE. So I shall. Or kill myself trying.
In the meantime, I’ve been writing some. Or really staring at the screen and wanting to write. Putting down words and then deleting them. Too much time doing that. I’m feeling doubtful about myself, which of course is a natural part of a writer’s journey. Unfortunately it’s one of the most obnoxious and difficult parts. I’m hoping to collect myself better this week and get on task better.
In the meantime, I’ve been cuddling dogs and spending time with the family. Today was an incredibly lazy day and I enjoyed that, even though I felt horribly guilty by it. I spent it with the family, so at least there was that.
And now, I’m off to do something fun or constructive, or both.