Wednesday, January 19, 2011

I wrote tonight.
That, I know, should scarcely merit a post. After all, I'm a writer.
I'm a writer who works outside the home a minimum of 9 hours a day, usually more, plus close to two hours of car commuting on a good day--and both yesterday and today were not good days in the wonderful world of navigating the highways of Massachusetts. Yesterday we had snow that turned to freezing rain and was a terrible mess. Today...the roads were dry in the morning and merely wet tonight, but things were still slow.
Days when I leave the house before 7 AM and get home at 7 PM make me inclined to have a Scotch and curl up with a good book. I even have a good book awaiting a few hours to read it (Side Jobs, a collection of Jim Butcher shorts in the Harry Dresden universe).
But I wrote instead. Not a lot, and more roughly than on a better day. But I wrote. I also paid bills and did some promo, but what matters most to my heart is I wrote.
And that makes all the difference in the world.
Time to tip over now.

(PS: There were no actual fireworks tonight--I took that picture at the Jaffrey Fireworks Festival last summer--but it expresses how gleeful I feel to finally write again._


At 10:33 AM, Blogger Pia Veleno said...

I'm there with you. This time of year -- between more hour at the office and less sunlight -- I get excited to jot down a couple hundred words here and there.

Your work/commute schedule scares me! Kudos for getting anything at all done being out of the house that much.

At 5:58 PM, Blogger TeresaNoelleRoberts said...

It ain't easy. Last night I had time to write, in theory, but tipped over hard instead.


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