I’m getting this down early, because I’m not sure what the internet status is going to be like in the next couple of days. I’m looking at a pretty decent snow storm today and over the course of the weekend.
Total of 9 inches when it’s all said and done.
So here’s what I’m Fessing up to this week.
If you’ve been following me on Twitter you’ll be aware that I’d been suffering from a lack of heat and Domestic hot water for nigh on a week.
I won’t bore you with the details, Suffice it to say that I may have been endangering innocent folk by taking my unshowered self out of doors after 5 days.
I didn’t write much at all.
Now you might think (and you’d be right) that getting up at 5:30 in the morning when the temperature in the house is 43 Degrees is a bit too much to be expected out of any writer.
That doesn’t keep the guilt at bay.
And I know that it’s utterly ridiculous. I know that, for me at least, under those conditions, you’re not doing much more than mentally circling the wagons and praying that something significant (Like frozen\burst pipes) doesn’t happen.
You’re enduring. Surviving.
And still there’s that voice…
Why aren’t you writing? Why don’t you take this seriously? Might it be because you’re a fraud?
You get the picture. Set the scene in the wee hours of the morning, where it’s just you and the voices, and things get pretty dark.
Yes. I circled the wagons. Yes, the WORK took a back burner to the realities of the situation.
And I got through it.
That’s what I want you to take away from this.
This, too, shall pass.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again here:
“Do what you can for as long as you can do it.”
That’s all any of us can do.
Be sure to stop back on Sunday!
And, if you happen to be in my neck O’ the woods today, be safe out there. It’s supposed to get ugly. Hunker down with me and it’ll pass.