I’m feeling guilty today. Why? I didn’t write yesterday. I feel like I committed a mortal sin — for all of you non-Catholics out there — that’s a REALLY BIG SIN! One you can certainly go the Hell for committing.
Unless, of course, you confess the offense and then do penance.
So, here’s my confession. “Bless me, father, I have sinned; I did not write yesterday.”
And I hear, “For your penance: Write two chapters in the new novel and entertain your readers by completing the blog.”
I’m sorry I didn’t log-on yesterday, but truly, I couldn’t think of anything profound to write about. (Humor me, I know not all of my blogs are not the greatest American literature.)
Like all writers, I have a usual time that I write. For me, it’s morning, but for the past two mornings, I’ve been out of sync with my routine. One morning I was speaking about my novel, and the next morning I had a stack of assignments to grade for my class, so I could give them back on Wednesday evening, and this morning, I attended a computer class to advance my skills with the Blackboard software that we’ve talked about a few blogs ago. So, here I am writing with my faithful puppy beside me taking his afternoon siesta, while I try to pretend it’s morning so I can get my “mo-jo” going again.
My husband says, “You need coffee. That will get you going.” So, now I’m off to the kitchen to get a Cup o’ Joe, only to find the pot is empty! He must have drank it all when I was at class!
I look at the empty pot and realizeI have found another excuse for not writing. I’m sure he must be the devil!