I wrote this is the parking lot at the grocery story yesterday. Yes, friends, that IS me, in the spot 2 rows from the door, just sitting there, making notes….like there are no parks to go to.
At 6 AM, my day is full of potential.
At 8, I’ll be done in 30 minutes and after that a long walk!
At 11, I’m in a muddle, possibly salvageable with food.
At 1, I have a masterpiece on my hands, just a few more tweaks.
At 2:30, it all stinks. I can’t recall how or why I got into this piece.
At 2:31 Ponder other work options. Review lost opportunities.
At 2:45, I give day’s work one more look. Issue stay of execution. Decide not to put a match to it yet.
At 3:45, The need to prepare dinner presses in, winter sun low, walk not yet taken.
At 4:20 Dash out for some fresh air, try to shake off the day’s writing conundrums.
At 5:30, I’m not sure I want to talk about it.
At 7, a cup of tea, a sliver of hope for tomorrow
At 9, watch half a movie, maybe about Nazi injustices, feel better.
Okay, p-o-s-s-i-b-l-y an exaggeration, a caricature. Possibly not.