Hey, gang! I’m over at Sole Struck Fashions today blogging about high heels. Check it out of you can.
Okay, so I admit. Last night, I didn’t write. No, wait. I take that back. I did write, just not on anything fiction. Instead, I wrote some non-fiction things and did a lot of legwork and research. My creative brain decided to snap off last night, refusing to turn back on. Instead, the brain wanted to do other business-related things. So I gave in.
I did my yoga, which was fantastic as always. I feel so much better after 45 minutes of that. Then I had tuna salad for dinner and chopped up the strongest onion I’ve ever had. I swear, you could smell it a mile away. Even after using mouthwash, I still had that onion taste in my mouth. Blech.
But back to the writing thing… it seems like I always get hit with inspiration at the weirdest times. And mostly times when I don’t have a way to write things down. Lately, it’s been in the morning on my short drive to work. What is up with that? And then I have to rush inside, sit down at the computer, and scribble some notes. I’ve found if I don’t go with that inspiration when it hits, it’s gone. Like a balloon floating into the atmopshere. It’s *poof* gone.
Not much else to blog about today. It was a fairly uneventful day yesterday.
Back to the real world.