My Wonder Twin posted a brief piece on her blog yesterday that really made me stop and think about things. She and I are cut of the same cloth in a lot of respects. I feel her pain more than she probably realizes.
I've been moving in slow motion for a few months now. Turns out I have minor health issues that need adjusting. (Sometimes you don't realize how bad you feel until you find out why you feel bad.) But adjusting they be, and the gears are gradually starting to shift toward the higher speeds.
I'm making some big decisions with respect to my writing career. Things are in the works. Every day I find a little more motivation, a little more energy, a little more want. It's the want that makes the difference.
So here I am, holed up in my study, my little world devoid of humans and other distractions, Vivaldi on the boom box and my laptop at my fingertips, checking items off the to-do list (blog post - check).
Music of the Moment: Four Seasons, "Spring op. 8/1"
On the ereader: The Three Musketeers (Alexandre Dumas)
On the nightstand: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (J.K. Rowling)
Life couldn't be better.
Read a book. It's good for you.