This is a tough day to write.
There is no inspiration.
There is no energy.
This is the recovery day after being sick.
You know how this day goes.
Tired of sleeping. Aches and pains still hanging around. Fed up with laying on the couch and bed. Neither are comfortable, but you don’t have the strength to sit up for any period of time whatsoever.
You are ready for solid food, but fear eating anything because, well, you know . . .
That right there is the mood this post starts from.
One more day left in my daily postings for March. What can you expect in the future? I don’t know.
Will be posting some short stories this summer. Free samples of my storytelling you could say.
While the warmer weather might possibly be approaching finally, I have to kick my focus into gear. While this is fun and allows me to just drop whatever is on my mind into the digital world, it does nothing at finishing the story that I want to publish this year.
This YEAR. October. I am doing that procrastinating thing and setting myself up for a scramble at the last minute. I still have some research to do for some possible tweaks to the tale. And I may be finishing it up down to the wire.
While I am behind on the story completion part, it is past time to start working on a cover image. I have been doing some free word thinking. Because my working title had far more to do with our own inner sinister reactions to expectations those we have for ourselves and for others as well as how expectations held by others to us and failing all of those leaves us in a very negative place.
How the heck do I portray that in an image?
So these are the thoughts on my mind while recovering from the ick from yesterday. Full of questions and no clear answer. Maybe another nap will clear the cobwebs out of my mind.