My muse seems to have forsaken me momentarily or perhaps I simply have too much on my plate. We aren’t quite to the two-week mark for my husband’s post-surgical visit with his doctor and I compare his behavior to having a bad toddler to tend to again. He feels wonderful and has had no pain, so doctor’s orders are not his primary concern. Once we reach Thursday and he’s given more free rein, I plan to celebrate like it is New Year’s Eve.
Meantime, I am so tired that I sometimes make no sense, usually have four unfinished projects going at the same time and have become felony clumsy. Yesterday I ran into a recently widowed friend at the post office, gave her a hug and knocked everything in her hands to the ground as I lowered my arm. Other days I forget to remind hubby to do his PT exercises until around 3:00 PM and that’s not something he will do four times a day, unless he must. So, let’s not even talk about how dinners are going.
Then, for whatever reason, I’ve suddenly become obsessively inspired to Christmas shop. We are having warm days and cold nights with fall at it’s glorious peak and the town is filled with tourists who’ve driven hundreds of miles to see the colors, but my mind is leaping ahead with great intensity. Who is this person?
In those rare moments when I don’t have other things to do (such as Christmas shop), I have joined Manic Readers, Goodreads and Linkedin and have been occupied writing profiles and all of the other things that each one requires. And I did write one interview for another author’s blog that will go live in November. Therefore, hang in there with me and click on the “About” button at the top of the page.