There is a quotation somebody sent me once that I really like:
Writing is really difficult, like forcing your arm through a meat grinder. But some days it’s easier, like forcing somebody else’s arm through a meat grinder.
Recently, I’ve been doing a lot of meat grindering (it’s a word shut up) of my own arms, today included. I’ve only written about 500 words today, which would be fine for a usual week day, but since this is one of my dedicated writing days is at least 1,500 words too short. Thankfully, the day isn’t over yet.
Unfortunately, I still have half a lawn to mow (our front lawn has been replaced with a no-mow lawn, which is great… lots of local plants and flowers, very green and pretty), and so the time I theoretically have is a bit more fluid than just another 5 hours or whatever. But that’s okay! Difficult days are okay. Just have to not give up.
Speaking of which, I enrolled for more courses for September. Not a fan of the distance learning thing, but no choice at this time, so it is what it is. Shakespeare Histories and Tragedies… not sure if that will ever really be useful to a sci-fi writer like me, but hey, won’t know until I try. And maybe I will find a new appreciation for The Bard after this… My Love is a Fever longing for that which longer nurses the disease, and all that.
Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!