I hoped to finish spreading tan bark. To catch up on laundry. To run a few errands. To get some writing done.
So, even though it was a gloomy, damp day, I dragged myself outside. I weeded and edged for a while...but I didn't finish the job. Never got around to putting down the tanbark. Ran one errand that didn't involve picking out flowers. Never did get to back to my WIP.
First, I ran out of energy, something that is getting to be more and more of an issue as I get older.
Then the phone rang. Again. And again.
Needless to say, I somehow ran out of time today. With nothing much to show for it.
There should be a diagnosis code for Obsessive/Attention Deficit Disorder--when the only thing you can think about is getting back to writing...but there are so many distractions, you can't concentrate long enough to get anything down. There should be a code for Writing Withdrawal Syndrome--
--when you get restless and irritable and impatient because you want to be writing...you need to be writing...but you just can't get to it. There should be an eternal font of energy and time that we can dip into on days like today.
Do you sometimes run out of time and energy for writing? Do you ever get caught up?
"I expect the gift
of good and industrious hours."
--Rainer Maria Rilke--
God knows what I'll come up with next week...given sufficient time and energy.