A week ago, I seriously considered giving up writing. Tired of trying to find time to write, I thought it would be so much easier if I packed up the muse, retired the website and blog and just resigned myself to life as an accountant.
Then I pulled myself out of the waking nightmare. The idea of ignoring the voices? Sacrilege! Besides, they'd never leave me alone. So I'm back to trying to at least get a few hundred words a week. I'm on schedule for month end closing this month. I'm pushing myself to get prelims done by Friday so I can spend the weekend writing. Wish me luck.
Today was one of those days where I want to go home and try again tomorrow. I overslept. Running late. Dressed in a hurry. Scrambled out of the house. Buzzing down the highway about three miles from home, I felt a bump inside the toe of my show.
"Oh, please let the cat's have left me a furball."
Then the bump moved.
I have to say I'm very proud of myself for not panicking. I waited until I had enough room to pull off the road instead of slamming the brakes in the middle of the highway. I opened the car door then removed my shoe. A quick tap on the car door and Mr. Bump fell to the ground. And I proceeded to have a panic attack.
I slammed the car door and left him stranded on the side of the highway. Does that mean I had the last laugh? Probably not. As I couldn't laugh and hyperventilate at the same time.
I hope your week is going much better than mine! I'm off to do evil day job work so I can have this weekend free!