Oh dear, I have the type-it-in-backspace-it-out disease. I have not been afflicted with that in a while. This is only going to be a Slacker Saturday Post anyways, so I will just keep typing and hope for the best (as Truman Capote once said, “That’s not writing, that’s typing”).
I went for an extra long run this morning up a kick-butt hill. I actually felt pretty good afterwards, although my knees hurt abominably when going up and down stairs for at least an hour. I must do some knee-strengthening exercises. My Mom told me a few. I hope I can remember what they were.
I wrote some post cards but did not get around to walking them to the post office till it was too hot for me to enjoy the walk. I had seen a garage sale on Facebook so decided to drive to the post office then to the sale.
On the way to the sale, I passed another sale. I stopped at that one afterwards. All I bought at the first one was a glass of lemonade. At the second I found a cute Halloween decoration, and I petted a puppy. Yay!
Back home, I wrote a little on my novel and watched television. Not at the same time. Now I am relaxing on the deck with my husband and enjoying the cool of the evening (when everything is gettin’ kind of groovy) (no, wait, that’s something else). Happy Saturday, everyone!
Sounds like a pretty productive writing day, save for the self-doubt backspacing. Wishing you all the best with your writing!
Thanks! The same to you! I guess I just need to keep plugging away.