My so called writing seclusion will come to an end tomorrow evening. I did terribly. I didn’t get done half of what I had planned, and that made me feel crappy—not literally, but that’s another post—and there is not a damn thing I can do to get my time back. Oh well, maybe I could bitch a little less and bring some balance back into my witchy life.
Last week, Serenity invited me to Get Off the Broom, again. She said to make a list of the reasons or excuses that explained why I haven’t been taking the whole getting my butt in shape bit as serious as I should. Um, that answer won’t take long: my body wasn’t inspired. And when in a state of blah, my flesh and bones are worse than the mind of a mule that is extremely proud of having its picture over a ginormous pin that screams, Got of Stubbornness?
|Stubborn Mule Sticker by Inspirationrocks|
But school is back in session, and the long days of writing, reading and arguing will push me get back in track. Weird how people—and by people, I mean me—are more productive when extra busy…
Tomorrow, I’ll do my Daily Thirteen while listening to Here Comes Science by There Might Be Giants. I’m blaming my “Bloodmobile” addiction on the Little Princess.
And because I luv you a whole freaking lot, let me share bits of the readings that have kept me going these last few days:
Truckers by Terry Pratchett
“Granny’s remedies, made from simple, honest, and generally nearly poisonous herbs and roots, were amazing things. After one dose of stomach-ache jollop, you made sure you never complained of stomach ache ever again. In its way, it was a sort of cure.” A week ago, my stomach was mean enough to make me miss my grandma’s “nearly poisonous” teas.
Snuff by Terry Pratchett
“The colonel was, by inclination, a live-and-let-live personality and, frankly, if a gel wanted to go around with another gel who wears a shirt and tie, trains horses and has a face like a bulldog licking vinegar off a thistle, then it was entirely her business. After all, he told himself, what about old “Beefy” Jackson, eh? Wore a dress every night in the mess and rather flowery aftershave for a chap, but when the call of arms came he could fight like a bloody demon. Funny old world.” You can’t deny it, my Wicked Darlings, Sir Terry has many ways with words ;-)
On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft by Stephen King
“Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference.” I think Stephen King pulled this out of my soul, so that my Piano Man could see it in print.
Life is good…