It is well known that good habits are difficult to establish while one falls back into bad habits with ease and sometimes a sense of comfort. Thus I continue late posts, making my Tired Tuesday post early Wednesday morning. I have a very good Mohawk Valley adventure to write about, because I attended the Herkimer Downtown Chowdown with some friends on Monday. However, I am letting that marinade in what is left of my brain. A wise woman told me you can’t rush into these things (“these things” being any number of chores and tasks that arise) (by the way, the wise woman was my mother, the same wise woman who also said, “Oh well, what the hell”) (I know she was not the first so say it, but she may have been the first to say, “As a wise woman once said,” etc) (I stand by my story).
Where was I?
I guess it isn’t Tuesday any more.
This meme is now late, but is my favorite one to use in a Tired Tuesday post. As you may have guessed, this will be another post where I rattle on for 200 words or so, hit Publish, and hope for the best. I am so dreadfully tired all the time lately. Perhaps I do not eat enough vegetables.
Me, questioning my path as a writer, or at least as a daily blogger.
Of course this is not me. It is Michael Douglas in Wonder Boys, a movie about writers, among other things. He plays a blocked writer. At least, not exactly blocked, because he has written over a thousand pages on his next book, but, well, it is complicated. I have not written over a thousand pages of anything lately, and I have never written a thousand pages on one project. That might be a good challenge for me: write a thousand pages on something, anything. They say anything that gets your pen moving is a good thing (as usual, no idea who “they” are).
No blockage of daisies.
I leave you with a picture of my prolific daisies. They are symbolic of two things: spring, as in “hope springs eternal,” and sheer number. May my writing flourish as my daisies!
