I took today off of writing. That wasn't my intent when I woke up this morning. I got up, went for a swim, had a healthy breakfast of oatmeal with soymilk, fruit, nuts, and a hard boiled egg, plus a decaf soy latte. I packed plenty of water and a tuna/spinach/lettuce salad and Ambrosia apple for work.
I was set with the recent editions of The Writer magazine and Writer's Digest to read in the expected (but what turned out to be non-existent) down time.
And a plan to write tonight.
Writing didn't happen and while I could have tried to get more of the story out tonight, I didn't. It's been a long week and it didn't end on an easy Friday kind of note (today is my Friday).
I'm exhausted. Physically. Emotionally. I needed the night off.
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Besides, I have the next four days off from work with the primary intent to write and sleep and write and eat and write and walk ... You get the picture.
So, a night off. Watching a movie at home with a glass of wine. Chillin'.
Tomorrow I will write.