I should be writing right now. I have a short story I haven’t touched in almost a week – I still have the story held in my head, I just haven’t been motivated to jot anything more down. I don’t want to force it, but I just haven’t been of a mind to write the rest of it yet. For that matter, I have another story I need to redraft.
Its not really a question of the time – that I have today. It is a lazy Sunday afternoon here at Casa Cummings, the skies are grey and full of drizzle and the girls are distracted with a movie downstairs. The perfect weather to either curl up with a book or to write one, usually. But not today. Today I’ve done dishes. I’ve baked some lovely chocolate chip scones (I know, but its true, and they were tasty). But every time I step away from one of these accomplishments with the attitude, “Now to get some writing done!” I have instead found myself staring at the screen. Checking my mail. Doing, in fact, just about anything respectable you could do except what I know I need to.
But still that story sits there. Mocking me. Making me question whether I really have what it takes to write if I can let a simple case of writer’s cramps stop me from working on a story. I think its time for me to crank up some music, refill my ice water cup, and get to work.
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