Colts, schmolts... how awesome was Prince?!
The book that I've been working that I was totally gung ho about when I first started writing though I have no idea what it's about is s-l-o-w going. See, I "committed" to writing daily and then I had several days in a row where writing felt like wading through mud wearing high heels and sandbags and that's where missing one day turned into two and then a week. Oh for shame. It might seem like since I don't even know what it's about, when I'll be done, or anything else smacking of direction, that missing a few days is harmless. I'm stopping short of paying penance (for godsakes I'm already on a fruit cleanse) but I am duly disappointed. Missing days IS significant. The problem is, I'm an inspiration junkie. If only I was equally addicted to discipline. Inspiration is easy but I know that magic is found in the mundane -- the grind, day after day, even when I don't want to. Especially when I don't want to. So, I'm signing off to write *something*. Anything. Got any ideas?
P.S. Tomorrow I'm 2/3 thru my cleanse. Today the candy craving came back out of nowhere. It was ferocious. I narrowly survived.
In other news, I've taken up smoking. (Kidding.)