I’ve been dreadfully uninspired lately. No, I dunno why, so don’t ask. I asked myself the same question this morning. 5:30, alarm goes off. Two weeks ago, I was up before the alarm, skipping down the stairs to let Eleanor out and make some coffee. By 5:36, I was in my chair, working on the book. Or blogging. Something. And enjoying it, feeling productive.
I dragged myself out of bed at 5:46. Wide awake, just dreading any sort of work. It’s now 6:06. All I’ve done? Facebook.