Lame Post Friday is meant to be lame. Don’t hate, don’t judge.
I spent my breaks at work today writing my play (the one I mentioned yesterday). I went back to work with a glowing feeling of I LOVE TO WRITE. What are those writers thinking, the ones who say, “Oh, I hate to write but I love to have written.” Yeah, yeah, to have written is nice, but I LOVE TO WRITE (sorry, must put it all in caps).
Of course some days I love it more than others. Which makes me think of running. I love to run. I love the physical act, I love looking around at the scenery while I do it, I love the way it makes me feel. Most of the time. Other times, I do not feel good when I do it AT ALL. Those are the days when at least I am glad to have run. In other words, I shall not judge the other writers (nor hate on them; see first paragraph).
It is beastly cold in the Mohawk Valley today. I think I have written other posts about my brain freezing up when it is very cold. Much like it melts in extreme heat. This Mohawk Valley Girl requires moderate temperatures in which to write, or at least in which to write anything good.
Which, I suppose, explains this blog post. All I can do is say again, don’t hate, don’t judge. Hope to see you on Scattered Saturday.
Mohawk Valley Girl 
Some days the words fly off my fingers. and I am the greatest writer ever. Other days I back space and write a new sentence and hate my premise anyway and … eh.
Running, never. I’ll either walk Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle around the block in our Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood or mall walk in Destiny USA.
We are writers from Central New York, you and I, MVG. I like your style.
Thank you! I KNOW what you mean about write, backspace, hate, repeat. That’s one reason I enjoy it SO MUCH when it’s flowing. Walking is good, very good. I love a good walk with my Tabby (and I love your dog’s name). But I shall run again one day. Perhaps even do the Boilermaker.