A friend e-mailed me last week. “We haven’t seen your blog for a while. What happened? You were sending one every week.”
That is (or more accurately was) correct.
Things are beginning to catch up with me. I started a great on-line class called Writeriffic. As you might guess, it’s a writing course. What comes with writers’ courses? Writing assignments. I’ve been trying to keep up with them and forgot I also signed up for an editing course. I just finished lesson one. Unfortunately, the class is up to lesson three.
The Miracle Mile Toastmasters Website is finished, but posts need to be added to the blog page. Only four to go.
Thanks to my instructor in Writeriffic talking about ‘The Artist’s Way’ 12 week creativity course, I thought, “let’s take that as well.”
Suddenly, anxiety started to build. I heard voices (yes voices, and take that smirk off your face) that were saying, “You haven’t started to write your blog this week. Do you even have a clue what you’re going to write about? When are you going to do it.”
Here’s what happens when anxiety sets in — my mind goes blank. It rebels, and says, “I don’t want to think, LET ME ALONE.”
By Friday, while looking at an empty computer screen, I realized something had to give. The creativity course can wait till after the holidays and I’ll get to the blogs after I catch up with my classwork.
As the whiney little voice started questioning again, I responded, “I’m retired damn it,” and in typical Scarlett O’Hara fashion announced, “I’ll think about it tomorrow.”
To my readers, I’ll be returning soon. Hang in there.