Time Off

Once I sent the materials in to MWW I decided to take a day or two off...bad mistake. Got absolutely nothing done and of course could kick myself for it. I'm not a reluctant writer but I do get distracted by projec ts like keeping the house relatively clutter-free (and I'm not doing too well at that either) and getting clothes ready for donations and myself ready for work. Add to that the scenario of me needing a nap and I think what I truly have is a case of writer's anxiety. The back of my already cluttered mind keeps working overtime on the ideas of having to pitch to an agent and get a coherent query going. And, to be honest, the days between May 19th and July 19th are not my favorites. Weather aside, and we have had weather,. I lost my dad on May 19th,2005 , my mom (long ago)June 1st, and my best friend on July 19th,2005. This weekend I got news that another close friend had left this planet. Coincidence or not, both she and my best friend died from lung cancer, both died before I could really say good-bye, and both died the day before my feel better presents of books arrived. So, I'm allowing myself to mourn...again. And, I hate the moving and sorting and packaging and shredding of the stuff I have to move, sort, package and shred. So, for today (as I did yesterday), I choose escapism in the form of Lee Childs' Jack Reacher. Tomorrow is another day...and one I will use to its fullest. That I promise me!