I had so many things planned, those little bits and pieces that seem to get away from you.
It’s now Wednesday night and I have only just come back to this post to write some more or maybe finish it, but that should you some idea of how easy the simple things can get away from me.
To fill in the gaps in the story, I started to make a list of those bits and pieces, and that was the first mistake.
I frightened myself.
Tuesday disappeared in writing down what was on my writing slate. For instance,
Episode 10 of the murder story
Episode 55 of the treasure hunt
Episode 42 of the Castello di Brolio story
Episode 1 of the WW2 story – this has a start but is it Episode 1. What bothers me is that I wrote some of this on the plane, but it disappeared somewhere, so I’m not sure when this may get done.
Episode 6 of Writing instead of insomnia
Episodes 137 through 144 of Being Inspired, Maybe. This is a series of photographs, and the story inspired by them
Episode 25 through 30 of PI Walthenson’s second case, still without a title.
And, don’t get me started on where I am with Strangers We’ve Become, because the rewrite seems to have stalled at page 360ish. The book is done but rereading told me, or the cat did far more emphatically, there a few gaps. This needs to get done, and I need to stick the courage to the sticking point.
Wednesday arrived and I was looking at the list wondering what I was going to do next and realized that I’d been putting off writing the next few posts on the traveling blog which desperately need to be done.
Traveling blog times two, and now it’s Thursday.
Damn, where did the week go?