Some days no matter how hard you try there is always something else to do before you can sit down to write.
I can't write when the sink is full of dishes. So I do the dishes.
I can't write when the bed is unmade. So I make the bed.
I can't write when there are wet towels. So I wash a load of laundry, dry, fold, and put everything away.
I check to see what's for dinner. (Can't write unless I know that!) Okay, tonight we can have leftover spaghetti, salad, and garlic bread.
Then a visiting baby boy, four months old, eyes of blue, and smelling of Johnson's baby lotion needs to be rocked. That takes at least thirty minutes to satisfy my nurturing gene. I come away smelling of baby - what a lovely scent.
Next, it's on to yoga for strengthening and limbering my body. Feels great. Thanks, Rodney Yee, for coming up with moves I can master.
Then I MUST read my Daily Bread and tend to my spiritual side.
Oh, I forgot to eat this morning - well a banana and a slice of apple bread didn't do the job. Okay, a piece of toast and I'm now good to go.
I notice my hair could use some attention and so could the kitchen floor.
I stop there. No more excuses. I'm pulling up my story on my laptop and sitting down.
Bon Voyage. I'm off to feed my creative side.