I’ve been running–okay, not really with 2 bad knees and enough on top to knock myself out if one goes flying up. I’ve been doing everything lately except writing. It’s not that I can’t. I’m a fantastic writer while driving, or walking, or even cleaning toilets (mine own but there are times I considered hiring out until good sense slapped me!)
When I sit in my office with the new chair, newly cleaned and almost decluttered, my mind goes blank. I can manage about 200 words, reread them, then delete. Fine. Don’t you just love to tell your SO that word with just the right inflection?
Even coming up with the blog for today has my head pounding. And right now, I don’t even want to delve into the “why” I can’t get words on any story. I know the words will come back. I’m hoping sooner rather than later.