Because it was Tuesday, and strange things tend to happen here.
I’m at my writing group. I have in my schedule to post tonight so I can add to my yearly word count on a night when I might otherwise not get a lot of words in. Generally I’m editing, or reading other people’s work, or engaged in getting distracted by Facebook.
A blog post sounded like something I could manage.
Except now it’s just a rambly mess. I suppose I don’t really care too much, because I kind of don’t hate my rambly messes. Might not be too interesting to read, though. I suppose I ought to let you be the judge of that.
I’ve been struggling with my writing lately, and I’m getting tired of telling the world how horribly it’s going. I’m certain it’s getting exhausting to read it. Instead, yesterday, I tried to simply be happy with them, and leave out any negativity. It helped, and if I’m not writing more, at least I’m being more regular about it.
I…I had something, and then it ran away.
It’s June. June is nearly over, and I’m not certain I’m ready for July. I am quite tired of the heat, to be honest. At least I have plenty of pants that stop below the knee but well above the ankle. I’m not much for shorts, but give me a good pair of cropped jeans/pants/yoga pants, and I’m good. I’ve also got quite a few t-shirt/cami combos to help stay cool. Still. Hot.
And that is all I can manage. Have a nice night!