Today, I did anything but write.
I'm writing this. I wrote a small diddy before this. That's it. I took the day off.
Now if you're a writer, you know that's impossible, and things were boiling and whirling all day in my head, but I refused to write on my WIP. I listened to music, I worked out possible scenarios and solutions in my head, but I needed one day to just go outside.
So instead of going back home after carpooling this morning, I went to Fremont. Then I went to Arlington. Then I went to Blair. I took pictures of bears and texted them to my husband in a HONY-spoof (Bears of Goodwill). I bought a shirt. I ate a Cinnabon. I took a walk around a lake.
And then I came home to see that our wedding pictures have arrived (see: the picture).
I then ate mashed potatoes with popcorn shrimp and watched Disney short films.
I am probably going to not work out tonight.
Tomorrow will not be a day off. But after two weeks of constant 12-15 hour workdays, it was time to go outside.
Now for some BOGW (Bears of Goodwill):
What is this?
Dawson is a writer. This is her blog. In it, you shall read about reading. And writing. And cheeseburgers. Sometimes there are tangents. Huzzah.