The short writing update for the past few days…
It hasn’t been the best time. It was the classic, “I’d draw up my battle plan [schedule] for the day and then *boom* it would get knocked away when something unexpectedly arose and demanded immediate attention.” And then the incident would remain stuck in my head as I examined it from all sides, analyzing it to bits and pieces (because women do that, and being a writer probably only exacerbates this problem.)
So, I’ve been (somewhat) busy, tired, distracted, and procrastinating. Not good. That actually feels like a lot of what Lent has been for me this year. It’s a struggle to keep my eyes fixed on the goal instead of darting off down a random mental bunny trail after pieces of candy.
I doubt much—if any—work will happen tonight. I do need to get myself to bed at a halfway decent hour in order to be up and at ’em for 10:30AM Sunday Mass. I did already craft a weekly schedule, so there’s hope for this coming week. It’s just a matter of seizing hold of that hope and pressing on towards the mark, undaunted by the past and a long litany of failures and imperfections.
I won’t set any goal for tonight. I’ll be back tomorrow, though, hopefully refreshed and committed to taking up arms again and plunging back into the ongoing battle.