Don’t you hate it when days feel differently than the day they’re supposed to be? I normally don’t complain about any day feeling like Friday. What’s not to like about Friday? The weekend is here. Usually, The Husband is off for the next couple of days and we can hang out together with some of our friends and we go to church. It is just…. Today isn’t Friday. It is Wednesday.
Wednesdays are days for writing and research and being productive as a writer and sweeping and dusting for housewifely endeavors. So far I haven’t done either today. Not until now. I promised myself I would blog and then write.
Blogging before writing, putting words down on the story, of late has been a wonderful catalyst. If I tell the blogosphere and The World Wide Web I am going to write, well, I feel obligated to do so. I don’t know why it works, but it does. For me.
Yesterday I actually managed to get past a really tricky point in Chapter Two of the novel. Now I just need to keep it moving whether or not it feels like Friday.