Saturday evening was going to be the time.
I hadn’t written, edited, daydreamed for a couple of days. So once hubby was off to his every- other- Saturday evening job, that was going to be the time.
Had it all planned. Wine. Music. Outline. Images. First a walk. Maybe a bubblebath.
Then I would go dancing with my writing.
Yet there I was Friday night. College basketball in the background. A half drank glass of milk. Dinner dishes still in the sink. In my jammies. No bubble bath. Didn’t even wash my face.
And I was dancing with my writing.
I love when creativity comes knocking. I don’t bother — I just go dancing.