I woke up early this morning thinking about my weekly newspaper and how I finished everything last night. My copy editor sent an email this morning saying her crew had finished building the weeklies, mostly, and they were on the editors' desks ready to be proofed.
I sighed heavily and stretched, contemplating all the things I need to do in the next two days. Not much, relatively speaking, and by that I mean I don't feel especially stressed about deadlines. I have it all straight in my head and on my calendar. Breathe. Stretch. Sigh.....
And then I remembered my column.
Crap! My column! I still needed to write my column for this week's paper, which I usually do early on Thursday mornings.
I threw off the covers and jumped out of bet - literally jumped, I'm telling you - pulled on my pajama pants and headed for the coffee pot. I thanked the good Lord for my sweet hubby, who usually makes my coffee every morning. A fresh hot pot was waiting for me in the kitchen. I poured a cup and thought about the subject of my column. Not a clue. Nothing. No inspiration. I still felt groggy and had a little headache right behind my eyes. Plus, it's another dreary balmy winter day here in Central Texas. Not conducive to pep and vigor.
I just wanted to crawl back in bed. But instead I opened the laptop, sat in the living room with my cup of coffee and fended off the cat who wanted to do some typing of his own on the keyboard.
So far, this is all I've been able to write.....but.....it's a start.
You will think of something! Whatever you write it will be good! Have a wonderful day! Love you Kristi!
ReplyDeleteHahaha! A friend of ours was talking about writing yesterday. he does that sometimes.
ReplyDeleteI think I was mean to him, because I said:
"Sometimes you remind me of the scene in "The Good The Bad and The Ugly" where this gunslinger has the drop on the Ugly, who is in the bathtub.
He is telling the ugly how long he has been looking for him, and how good it feels to be able to kill him now.
But the ugly has a pistol in the bathtub, unseen under the water, and as the gunman, having said his piece, lifts his gun to shoot the ugly, the ugly fires his pistol from under the water, and the gunman dies miserably on the bathroom floor.
The ugly says to him as he is dying:
"If youre going to shoot, shoot, dont talk""
Our friend didn't like it much, for me to tell him that, and I think I hurt his feelings, so I added that the surest way to start blogging again was to announce the end of all blogging.
I hope you tricked yourself into writing something!
"bulletholes"