Long weekend! Yay! Morning temps in the low teens. Some sunshine coming through the windows (and lots of clouds, but maybe that will make it warmer).
Saturday I did a bunch of errandy things, and then I read a 12,000 word draft I’d started and then put away. Success. I can use it. I can make it something better.
Sunday I watched church online and read a book. Day well spent.
Today I did all the yoga and a couple of miles of walking-workout before heading back to the store to help everyone get the things they need because everyone needs the things. I made from-scratch tortillas which never, ever taste just like the restaurant. But I can live with that.
And then I read over the next opened manuscript — 33,000 words and they were good. Good. I can use that. I can fill in the holes and romance up the romance. I can make it readable and fun and good.
And I sit here in my chair, laptop open on my knees, and begin the process of being a writer again. I keep starting this process over, because I really have no desire to Write Against My Will. I write when I want to, when I can, and when I have something to say. It feels good to do that.
And here I go. Doing that.