Song mood: Move Along by The All American Rejects.
I am all kinds of tired for various reasons. And because I’m really tired, I probably won’t do anything creative, except write this post. When I’m tired and beyond thinking, it’s best to read a Maigret novel and some writing craft books and hope that tomorrow will be a more rested day. It frustrates me to push off doing a project until tomorrow. I will watch some Tai Chi videos knowing that I will need to watch them again to get the concept they are teaching.
I still have the covid taste. It’s a taste that I get when I get the shot and when I was infected with covid. It is more noticeable when I eat oranges. It kind of tastes like the food has rotted a bit.
Last weekend’s trip took a little out of me. My knee hurts, my hips, back and shoulders hurt. Though each day is a little better. Tai Chi helps.
It isn’t so much that I’m tired, but I’m weary and despondent. And I’m not sure if I want my spirits raised.
I can’t believe it’s Tuesday, and it totally is.
If I were writing a novel with witches, I would have main character question things. Things like, what was that sound? Like was that a mouse, or was it… Then the male lead would ponder what he heard the night before and realize that there could have been other explanations. I’m not sure what main conflict of that story would be, the male lead ends up marrying the witch that cast the powerful love spell anyways. Maybe the story is about him fleeing and realizing at the end that he can’t. That she won and there is a noble truth in losing to the woman. Or that would be what the book is about.
So the big day for me is 14 August, Free Comic Book Day. It’s kind of like Halloween. And if there was a comic-con, that would be like prom. Only you don’t need to bring a date and you can totally chat up with someone. Maybe this year I will chat up with someone at FCBD, someone dressed as Velma or Harley Quin.
I started listening to Bite Sized Offerings edited by Mysti Holsinger-Stitt. Thirty-one short stories about the zombie apocalypse. Just the break from mysteries that I needed.
I need to figure out what I’m going to do to make myself a more productive writer. Whether it’s days of free writing or if I will try to write short stories. I do need to produce more writing. I have hundreds, if not thousands of stories that are waiting to be written. And hopefully I will have some success. I can be my own little island.