My goal for 2016 was to write 3 times/week, with a new post every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. The first week went well (other than the fact that I kept finding spelling and grammatical errors AFTER I hit “submit”). Today is Saturday. The weatherman called for a new storm, and I planned on spending the day in my pajamas enjoying the sound of rain, writing and reading and (maybe) putting away the remaining bits of Christmas. I have a nekkid tree in my living room, but it’s not bothering anybody, and it makes me feel connected to my inner tree hugger.*
I’m having a hard time writing today. I blame the weatherman, his promised rainstorm didn’t appear, which has thrown me off completely. Instead of pouring a cup of coffee and sitting down to the computer in my pajamas, I slept in, played on Facebook, read a little, met a girlfriend for coffee (not in my pajamas) and took the teen to the library. Now here I sit, thinking of all the things that I need to do . My Christmas lights are up, there are dishes to put away, laundry to be done, and OH LOOK THERE’S A SQUIRREL!!
I think the hardest part of being an adult is that we are forced to choose between Things That Need Doing and Things We Want to Do. I hate it. I love my life, I love the people in my life, and I can tolerate my job (work is, after all, a necessary evil, but it is still a four letter word). Yet still I sit, waiting for the rain, wishing that I had run away with Peter Pan when I was still young – or that I was Cathy Rigby, who has been telling us “I won’t grow up” for decades (for those of you too young to know, she’s been playing Peter Pan for eons).
What do you do when you have to choose between things that Need Doing and Want to Dos? How do you write when your brain rebels? Why don’t I see typos until my post as been up for hours?
*does having an artificial tree make me a fake tree hugger?