I felt so tired yesterday, I was sure I would be less tired today, obviating the need for a Tired Tuesday post today. I did write today. I spent my breaks at work and some time after work composing my article for Mohawk Valley Living magazine. It will be a good article. I hope. I’m letting it cool off before I re-read it. At least, I guess it’s my brain that needs to cool off. The actual article won’t change as it sits.
It is so interesting to me about my articles. First I have to sit there thinking, “I can’t write this. I am not able to write this. Maybe I can write this later. I can’t write this now. Whatever will I do if I can’t write this?” Then I put pen to paper and write it. Sometimes I get to the second part fairly quickly. This time I didn’t do too badly.
What I need to do now is apply the “put pen to paper and write” step to my other writing projects: the banana play, my novel (which novel? ANY novel! Pick one I’ve started any time these last forty-odd years!) (um, yes, very odd years). I keep thinking I am about to do just that, and something seems to stop me. I’m afraid it is me. That is rather an embarrassing admission, but it is empowering as well. The problem is me? Well, who controls me but ME? Who can change me? ME!
Only right now I’m too tired.
Ah, there is something to work on. I feel sure I am able to write when I am tired. It is just a matter of doing it. Like, for example, right now. I am WRITING (actually typing) a foolish blog post (yes, as Truman Capote said, “that’s not writing, that’s typing;” insult me if you like, but acknowledge where you got the quote). If I can write a foolish blog post when I am tired, no doubt I can write something else. Maybe a non-foolish blog post? Let’s not ask for miracles. Especially on Tired Tuesday.
Mohawk Valley Girl 