As yesterday’s post discussed, my entire week of planned writing was demolished by life. What’s up with that?
I specifically set aside the week, cancelled all tennis and planned out my days with the full expectation of getting started working on my new story (I’m still not ready to call it “my new book”). Then life happened.
It’s not as if I don’t have plenty of my own procrastination to provide “excuses” for not writing, now I’ve got unsolicited support from the roulette wheel of the real world. Sheesh.
Ah well, let’s see if later this week things can fall into place better. In the meantime, I’ll try to scribble thoughts and ideas in the margins of life, so to speak, and hope that I can piece everything together when I finally do sit down and get back to writing.
That is, if life doesn’t up and burst in on me again.