I had started with low energy levels due to the usual daily routine = crazy job day + hectic commute + giving S. junior his bath + cooking dinner, which inevitably ends up in a general slump towards 7.30 pm and a gigantic craving for something light to watch on telly.
No! Resist! Look at that bright shiny computer waiting for you! (insert big internal fight between my id, ego and superego – perhaps Freud had Writing Wednesday sessions too)
I decided to start slow with some long-overdue typing, since I have lots of long-hand writing projects lying here and there and whose big excuse for not getting finished is: “I need to (find the time to) type them”. And as soon as I had finished typing the half-page, I was warmed up and I was able to write another three-quarter of a page. It was elating.
I’ll probably end up posting this bit here when I have finished, but it’s a kind of memoir about jams, strawberries, motherhood, transmission and homemaking.
I have a strong belief in the power of (on-line) community, making oneself accountable and healthy emulation to sustain motivation, so if you want to join me in this Writing Wednesday experience, please drop me a line!