What is it they say about how life comes in threes?
Oh, yeah. "Life comes in threes."
I'm glad I looked that up. It was so much more complicated than I remembered.
I've moved from illness to new CPAP fatigue to seasonal allergies and I haven't even left the state. So much excitement right here in Utah. I wouldn't mention it except for the fact that this is supposed to be a blog about writing, and so far it's a blog about how I don't write. I'd like to change that today. Truly, deeply…
Here's what I'm going to do. As Dan Willis mentioned to me on Tuesday, I have ADD like a puppy. It's alright. He's an author. They like to use similes. Besides, I enjoyed the imagery of seeing my attention romp about with its tongue wagging too much to be offended. Anyways, what was I saying?
Right. Here's what I'm going to do.
First, I'm laying down an edict to my kids. No TV today. I need it serene and quiet. Murder and mayhem will be off the schedule today as well.
Second, I'll put some instrumental music on.
Third, I'm going to blog, even if it's pointless. So far, so good.
Fourth, if my brain is still racing out across the lawn to play fetch with distractions, I'll go exercise.
Fifth, I'll use a metaphor.
Six, I'll boot into my isolation room and write in #snkrz for an hour.
Seven, I'll be horrendously distracted by dinner, children, cleaning, homework, children, noise, and children.
Eight, I might write again.