Damn. I am so not in the mood

Damn. I am so not in the mood

OK, let's be honest. It's been a long week. It hasn't been shitty. It's been OK. It's just been long, and I'm tired.

And I am so not in the mood to work on the memoir. I did some work on it this week. I reformatted it back into Scrivener, because that's what I needed to be able to dig in and move stuff around. I wrote a few sentences that made me clearer on what it's really about. (For some reason, this detail is really important to a good story. Who would've thought?) I started to generate excitement about finishing. But today it feels heavy and I'm tired and I don't want to do heavy lifting. I want to blog—light lifting writing. 

Maybe there are moods and energies to writing and creating that you need to work with.

Or maybe I'm full of crap and I just need to DO THE FREAKING WORK.

I have no answers here, but I'm going to go open the doc. 

One.

Two.

Three.

Go.

See you back here later.

PS: I opened it, and it wasn't that bad. 

I say I want to feel peace, but I am not willing to be peace

I say I want to feel peace, but I am not willing to be peace

I Can't Even Open the Word Doc (On Finishing ... or Starting to Finish)

I Can't Even Open the Word Doc (On Finishing ... or Starting to Finish)