I made no writing progress after Tuesday.
I know that "I just wasn’t feeling it" isn’t a great excuse, but there is it. I don’t approve of the mystification of the writing process; it undermines the reality that it’s hard work. But I’ve always felt that writing is more of a calling than a job. The problem with callings is that they are somewhat based on faith. Faith is shakable. Doubts occur, even in the devout. So, I’ve been feeling doubtful and decided to take a couple days off. I’ll get back to it on Monday. I’ll try to make up some of the words this week and the rest at the end.
Otherwise, my week was pretty good. Wednesday ultimate was canceled due to the cold and the wind. It’s been around the 40 degree mark most of this week with Tuesday and Wednesday being gusty as well. Little rain though. Wednesday evening, Casey held a surprise party for Reif’s birthday, which was an event on my plate that I couldn’t very well mention. Fun party, the first surprise party I’ve ever been involved with. Thursday was the first night of league. Eric’s team trounced mine. My offense was decent, but it was rough trying to cover Angel or Emily on D. The temperatures were still cold, but there was no wind. Last night was dinner at Lolo’s Chicken & Waffles for Jeff’s birthday. Lolo’s is aptly described at ghetto-fabulous. The food was tasty, the company was good. Eric and I followed to Fat Tuesday’s, but headed home early, "old people" style.
Today, I’ve been relaxing. I made banana bread, watched some basketball, napped and read.