Sunday, June 16, 2013


Around the time of this last new moon I decided to try once again to blog every day.  My schedule had become such that I had time each morning to sit and write.  I didn't expect perfection or the production of great literature on a daily basis but until yesterday I at least succeeded in writing everyday.  

Yesterday the time just got away from me.  I began my day after a fitful night of sleep.  Between my stuffy sinuses and the cold medicine that left me feeling wired I tossed and turned most of the night.  After rising I spent much of the day alternating between layering paper mache on a new prop for an upcoming show and doing laundry.  Then a hustle to get into costume for a performance that evening (which went very well) and then home late feeling happily exhausted.  Writing was rather far from my mind. 

I'm not being too hard on myself about it; even though I didn't find the time to write yesterday I did spend much of the day creating in one way or another which I feel rather good about.  

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