Forty
(Day Forty)
Day Forty! Forty posts! Forty nights of writing. Maybe two posts I actually like. Hey, that's better than no days of writing and no posts I like, which is what it would have been otherwise.
We're heading to the lake this weekend, and I'm really excited to get away and get my head into summer -- because that's what the lake means. Summer and sunshine and family and not worrying about things. It doesn't matter that it's April and barely even spring, let alone summer. Summer is a state of mind.
I'm hoping I'll feel like writing a bit this weekend, since I'll be in a different place and it'll be relatively quiet, but I know these lake weekends go fast. I also tend to need a few days in a place before I get to the writing point -- when we went to Hawaii, I didn't feel like writing until the second week. Then again, maybe the fact that I've been writing regularly means the writing point is closer to the surface and more accessible. There's also the fact that I shouldn't really wait to be at a "writing point" -- I should just make myself write. So I just talked myself into a circle.
I've been trying to watch my eating (again) the last week, and so therefore I cannot think of anything but food. I can try to talk about the lake, and writing, but really what I want to do is eat. Food, food, all the time. I want cookies, and chocolate, and pie, and nachos, and cheese dogs, and hot pretzels, and more cookies. What is life without cookies? Nothing, that's the answer. It's nothing. Have you ever realized how many awesome foods start with c? Cheese. Cookies. Chocolate. Caramel. Custard.
Shh. Listen. I just realized there's a box of candy in the drawer in the kitchen. Sno-caps left over from the bridal shower last weekend. I'm not sure I can describe the excitement that just took over my body, followed by an immediate feeling that I should hide my excitement before someone figured out what I was up to and took the Sno-caps away. Then disappointment, because of course I shouldn't eat a box of Sno-caps.
GAH.
Day Forty! Forty posts! Forty nights of writing. Maybe two posts I actually like. Hey, that's better than no days of writing and no posts I like, which is what it would have been otherwise.
We're heading to the lake this weekend, and I'm really excited to get away and get my head into summer -- because that's what the lake means. Summer and sunshine and family and not worrying about things. It doesn't matter that it's April and barely even spring, let alone summer. Summer is a state of mind.
I'm hoping I'll feel like writing a bit this weekend, since I'll be in a different place and it'll be relatively quiet, but I know these lake weekends go fast. I also tend to need a few days in a place before I get to the writing point -- when we went to Hawaii, I didn't feel like writing until the second week. Then again, maybe the fact that I've been writing regularly means the writing point is closer to the surface and more accessible. There's also the fact that I shouldn't really wait to be at a "writing point" -- I should just make myself write. So I just talked myself into a circle.
I've been trying to watch my eating (again) the last week, and so therefore I cannot think of anything but food. I can try to talk about the lake, and writing, but really what I want to do is eat. Food, food, all the time. I want cookies, and chocolate, and pie, and nachos, and cheese dogs, and hot pretzels, and more cookies. What is life without cookies? Nothing, that's the answer. It's nothing. Have you ever realized how many awesome foods start with c? Cheese. Cookies. Chocolate. Caramel. Custard.
Shh. Listen. I just realized there's a box of candy in the drawer in the kitchen. Sno-caps left over from the bridal shower last weekend. I'm not sure I can describe the excitement that just took over my body, followed by an immediate feeling that I should hide my excitement before someone figured out what I was up to and took the Sno-caps away. Then disappointment, because of course I shouldn't eat a box of Sno-caps.
GAH.