Well, sort of. The kids are back at school and I have all kinds of time to write. But I’m not. Or, at least, not as much as I could.
I’m either running errands and enjoying being by myself (the introvert in me is sighing in deep, DEEP relief) or I’m wandering the house, looking at the stuff that has accumulated over the summer and thinking: Oh, crap — we’re hosting a birthday party at the end of the month and I have to get this cleaned up NOW!
I’ve had more energy lately because hubby and I get up at 5AM and walk before he goes to work. Of course this used to be my writing time, but it’s the only time he can walk and I need the motivation. So, writing time is now later, which puts me out of whack with my usual writing routine.
The walking is great and we both feel better in general, but now my knee hurts, or rather, the tendons or ligaments around it. *Damn*
This knee has caused some minor issues in the past, but the regular exercise has made it worse. I’ve been wearing a brace and taking anti-inflammatories but I woke up this morning with shooting pain. *Double damn!*
I’m going to take it easy for a few days, let the knee rest, see how it goes. If it doesn’t get better, I’ll go to the doc. I promise.
Needless to say, I’m bummed about this turn of events. However, while my husband was walking alone this morning, I got a good chunk of writing done. It FLOWED! The words came SO EASILY.
That thump you heard was my head hitting my writing table.
On to other stuff now (before I start to throw things).
My mother convinced me to join her History of Art Club. I tend to be a recluse unless forced out of my shell and Mom has been talking up the club for a couple years. She promised me no responsibility and short meetings about interesting topics.
I can get on that kind of a bandwagon.
I love art and have always been a highly visual person, easily affected by color and texture. For a semester in college I even majored in Graphic Design before I realized it was making me hate something I loved.
The first two meetings coming up aren’t short, but are trips to local places of historic and artistic interest. Strangely enough, I’ve been to neither, and I’m looking forward to them. I may even post about them in the coming weeks.
To finish off this bloggy mess, here are three links I found interesting this past week. I always like a laugh with my writing advice:
Chuck Wendig lists his 25 of My Personal Rules For Writing and Telling Stories with surprisingly little of his usual profanity.
Writers are told time and again to kill off their “darlings.” Kristen Lamb explains her unique (as always) take on this familiar piece of writing advice in her post Little Darlings & Why They Must Die…for REAL
Getting off the funny and going for some straight talk, I ran across this older post from someone new to me. Check it out. Scifi author Veronica Sicoe explains The Shocking Truth About Being a Professional Writer
Now that I’ve unloaded, what’s new with you?
photo courtesy of Dana Ross Martin WANA Commons