Wednesday is one of my writing days. If I don’t get much proper writing done I get irritated. I tighten up, get agitated, resent housework (a lot) and get the ‘writers’ blues’. Like today. I’m tired, which doesn’t help. I want desperately to write, need to even, but my mind is in a frazzled, weary state. Days like these I have to do what I can – and try and be ‘gentle with myself’.
I’ve read, done some research, drawn up a couple of outlines…not quite enough to beat the writers’ blues, but it’ll have to do…oh, and I also made flapjack, after dithering about the best before date on the Golden Syrup.
Well, I am going to retreat into the bedroom, listen to some music, and read until Andy comes home from what he’s doing at church tonight. I’m reading ‘The Hole in Our Gospel’ by Richard Stearns, president of World Vision (US), my most recent review book from Thomas Nelson. Don’t think I will emerged unscathed, which is a good thing, if not an easy thing.
When will we learn that we can change the world?
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