I am struggling with getting started in the mornings. I just don’t want to. I love the story I am working on. I love writing. I just don’t want to start. So, I sat here and decided to write this blog as a way to get me going. It worked yesterday. I heated up with that short (I will get back to that story for sure). It had my mind moving and ready to write. My mind is already moving on this story this morning, because my subconscious was working on it all night. I recognize where some of the holes are, though not what it will take to fix them. That could be the problem, but those problems are chapters away.
It could be that my kid is playing in his spring football game right now and I have no way to watch or listen. I have little patience for these things and want the answers as soon as possible. Real time or before, please. Not getting that is bugging me. Not being able to know how he’s doing or if he’s even okay is bugging me. It is a big one for him–he’s trying to establish himself as a leader and a starter as an 18 year old kid who is far far far away from peaking athletically.
Those are the mental issues I am dealing with. Physically, I am dealing with hand and knuckle pain which is likely arthritic. No real idea how to overcome the pain. I am living in the land of acceptance at present.
Some Thoughts:
- I ran out of things to say. I think I ought to go exercise or something to clear my brain space.