I am writing. Just not as much as I want or when I want.
picture from Utne Reader
Words. Piling up. Words. The flow isn't happening because I don't have the blocks of time.
Interpreting performances. Teaching. Interpreting a play. Working.
Going to appointments because of the work. So I don't hurt, so I can do the work to pay the bills for doing the work. There's something not quite right in that.
The posts here lag. I notice. I notice again.
I did go to a dance performance last Saturday. Just me. A world premiere - a commissioned piece. Some of it was incredible and I was moved and my attention was wholly on the stage. A few times my thoughts wandered and I didn't feel connected. Overall - it was really good. And I was glad I went.
I've been doing more swimming. And more walking. And getting enough sleep.
But very little "veg" time. I need more.
Words. I made the deadline for one story. The other is still incomplete; partly due to technical conflicts, partly - time escaped me this week. I'm hoping to wrap that one up and submit it after work tonight.