I’ve been working, eating, reading, talking and sleeping. A glamourous life, for sure.
I’ve been creatively blank for a few days. I have been refining the plot for the story currently in focus this week, but the words are just not willing to come to the surface… I think I need some sort of refreshment to help me feel enthusiastic about things again. Perhaps I’ll sleep under the stars this weekend and that will bring me some celestial enlightenment or a shooting star to crash into this static.
This morning I made a new flower bed at the school my mother teaches at. I had to skip out on 2 hours of work, but I did something charitable, so that made me feel good.
I need the weekend to arrive soon… too little sleep is the main reason…