My hopes of writing were dashed Saturday. I had every intention! I had my writing paraphernalia in the car - on the seat next to me. I was headed towards a nice quiet restaurant for a coffee and a piece of pie. I meant to spend a good couple hours there, writing.
I made a mistake. I called a fellow writer and friend. To invite her to sit and write with me. Always nice when a fellow writer is sitting next to me, scribbling away. Gives me impetus to keep going when I start to lag.
Instead, she invited me to her house. There were lots of people there. They were a wonderful group. Lots of stimulating talk.
I lied to myself - said it was a good exercise in learning. Listening to other people. Seeing other sides of life. I torpedoed myself. I really did.
Sunday came and I sat around the house doing absolutely nothing. Now, I suppose I am due a small vacation, but I really wanted to write. Didn't I?
Life is frustrating. MIQ T&R