Saturday is one of the two days of my me-time I take advantage of for writing, unless I’m on vacation, then every day of vacation is me-time. But for the past four weeks my me-time has been cut in half due to incoming snow storms. I like to write from the time I wake until mid afternoon. It’s when I do my best work.
You see, we live with mom. She’s in her seventies and likes having us around (I think/hope). Each weekend we take her shopping. The grocery shopping is her thing she loves to do most, and since we’re usually heading in that general direction we’ve chosen to make it a single trip. I get my weekly trip to Wally World and she gets her weekly excursion to Market Basket.
Weekends are made for writing. It’s me-time. Writing fits into that me-time. I always feel better when I can express myself. When I can’t, I feel backed up inside my head. – Stuffy – Thoughts become jumbled and the words don’t come out of my mouth quite right. So much for trying to hold a conversation with someone.
Have you ever talked backwards? I’ve done it. I’ve even written a few sentences backwards. – Huh? What the hell did you just say? It’s kind of like using your left hand when your a righty.
That’s something I’ve been forced to do at work, lately. Using my left hand is like having two left thumbs. It doesn’t work that well. I’ll update you in a week to tell you how the left hand is functioning with the right hand.
I can’t wait for spring – warmer weather – April Showers – green grass – leaves on the trees.
If only we could leave out the Mayflies.