Amazing how quickly I can get out of the habit of writing. I would have thought that after posting nearly four times a week for the past two and a half years that it would be harder to ignore my computer. Apparently not.
Of course, given that the past month has brought with it significant change to my life, I suppose I shouldn't be so hard on myself. My father died, I was forced to move out of my house for four days with the dog and the kids so that our hardwood floors could be stripped, sanded and refinished, my youngest turned six and graduated from Kindergarten, and my oldest finished her second grade year. Whew!
I've also managed to print out my entire manuscript (no, I haven't counted the number of pages) and begun the task of putting the disparate pieces into order and scribbling notes in all the margins so that I won't forget important ideas I have every morning between 2:30 and 4:00am.
But I miss my blog. Although the days are getting longer and the weather is getting better and I'm spending my days gardening and playing in the yard with the girls, finishing projects that have been sitting on the shelves in the garage for months, what I really want to do is sit on the back porch with a glass of wine and my laptop and write blog posts. I don't want to polish my book. I don't want to mow the lawn. I don't want to talk to the insurance company or the doctor's office or find a handyman to fix my ceiling fan.
Maybe that will be my goal for tomorrow.