It was a tough writing day. I'm tired from lack of sleep and early morning meetings. I can't shift into the writing mind. That's so rare for me.
I want to walk away today.
Do I let myself?
I told myself, just do one hundred words. Tough it out, just one hundred words.
Days like this, when it doesn't come easily, is when I live for word counts. Drinking down half of my coffee, I counted, watching the count pass one hundred, pushing myself to keep going, finally stopping, finally, when I was at one thousand.
My eyes feel like dry, hot rocks.
The sun is gone. A rain cloud's bloated gray belly hangs over the mountains. Time to stop writing like crazy.
Time to walk home.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com