You know how I say writing begets writing? That the more you write, the more you will write. Well, that is true, I suppose, but, you know what, after you write and you write and you write, sometimes you get tired. That is where I am at.
Oh, I wrote today. First I started a letter to my friend, Marsha, whose birthday is coming up. I intended to go to Huckleberry Letterpress in Little Falls to get her a card, which I still have reasonable hopes of sending out in time to arrive not too awfully late. I also wrote a bit on my novel. That makes 19 days in a row of working at least a little bit every day on it.
After work, I drove straight to Little Falls and had a lovely visit at Huckleberry Letterpress. The couple that own it are so nice! I got a nice card for Marsha and enough material to write my (late) article for Mohawk Valley Living magazine. After leaving Huckleberry, I walked up Main Street and found The Sandwich Chef. I thought a cup of tea would taste awfully good, and I was write.
While I sipped my tea, I worked a little more on my letter to Marsha, telling her a little about Huckleberry and the Sandwich Chef. I took a few notes about the Chef as well. I told the lady I would probably write a blog post about it (um, hopefully a better post than this one).
I got home, grabbed my laptop and went to work. I wrote an article about Huckleberry Letterpress. I wrote a shorter one about The Sandwich Chef. Steven read both and said they sounded OK. I emailed them out. Phew!
Then I thought, “I can’t write any more! I can’t do a blog post! IT! WON’T! WORK!”
But I see now that it did. Happy Wednesday, everybody.
Mohawk Valley Girl 