Hulloo Hallay – it’s been a downsy-upsy sort of day on the bay.
Woke with the fears hanging all over me. The fears that…
If I ever had a talent for writing…. it is gone.
This was brought home to me by the fact that the story I’ve been working on for the past few days is STINK-KAY! Iccky. Not good. Lame. and … so on.
It was a good idea, but… I just couldn’t do it. The words were just all wrong and it… well…. it sucked. Most of it. Almost all of it.
I proceeded to do everything I could possibly think of to AVOID working on the smelly ole thing.
I snooped around online for at least an hour seeking new long johns… preferably merino wool… preferably not a million dollars… cuz lord knows I wanna be warm this coming winter but lord also knows I’m flat as a patty-cake pancake cash wise. I found some likely looking beauties, but I didn’t order any. Like I said. Broke like a 57 Chevy rotting in the back pasture.
I did the dishes and washed the kitchen floor.
Did I mention that our wonderful shaky-shack on the shores of the Kebsquasheshing has no running water? It was WORK to pump and heat that water for the dishes and the floor and then…
Well then I decided to tackle the composting toilet. Cause… yeah… if you don’t have running water you don’t have a flush toilet and if you don’t have a flush toilet then someone needs to take care of that shit. LITERALLY.
I’ve been meaning to give the toilet a good cleaning for a long while. Today was the day.
And, y’know what? It felt good to take care of that shit. And all the other shit.
And I felt my spirits lifting.
I washed up and ate some soup and then I went for a walk and then I came home and …
Set my timer for 2 hours and got the hell back to work on my story.
I just finished a shiny new draft.
Cuz that’s what we have to do.
We have to take care of all our shit – including our writing.
Now… how was your day?
go easy ~p
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