Writers write. Readers read. Writers read. Readers write. Fight. Fight. Fight. Go Team!
The whole point is that I got out of the rhythm of writing, and I blame it completely on my poor Internet service. No Internet Saturday. None on Sunday. Spotty on Monday. Finally on Tuesday at noon.
But if that is my excuse, that means I can only write when I'm on-line? Scary. I used to write in journals. I have stacks and stacks of them, but now if I were to write that way my hand would fall off, and even I would have trouble reading what I had written....bad handwriting issues.
I used to also write on a typewriter which is where I composed a novel about a mom who had 16 sons---sure to be a classic. I'm glad that wasn't prophetic; I stopped at three. After that my mom moved us up to a word processor with the blinking cursor and the ability to see a whole five lines at once.
In college I received a laptop, all the freshman did. We all sat giddy playing solitaire and writing our papers on the big screen. I could use spell check! Still, I wasn't too tech savvy since I found it always necessary to print and edit on paper vs. straight on the screen.
Whatever my excuse, I didn't write creative thoughts for three days, and now I feel very unmotivated to write. Maybe because I have too many projects and too many deadlines. I really need to get going on my Graphic columns for February, blog posts for this week, a book project in the works, and then my own little fictional project I do for kicks.
But instead what I really want to do right now is stretch out on the couch and take a little snooze.
I made really yummy cookies. Might just eat a few.