I'm not sure why, but lately, this is what I feel like. Yes, a large brown slimy creature who just won't move with any hint of speed or purpose. I'm just oozing through the week. And just saying that gives me a huge case of ick.
I have been writing, working on Whispered Words, a project due at the end of the month. It's a great story, but I'm not hitting it as hard as I'd like. Just five heavy writing days would see the story finished, but I'm lazing and I don't know why. The weather? Not enough exercise? Too much sugar? I'm thinking all of the above. And this after I've been nagging my writing buddy Ayla to get off her sorry keister and finish her story. Uh, pot calling kettle, hello?????
So yeah, I'm blogging on a late Friday night. But hey, at least I'm writing. And I've gotten most, if not all, my writing obligations done for the week. Now I just have to fit poor Grady back into the schedule...Pitiful cat.