I’ve been floating on just accomplishing one thing for the past few days. It’s usually just me grabbing my guitar and practicing for a half an hour. I just haven’t been feeling well. My Grandma died on my birthday. There’s a cloud of exhaustion and disinterest hanging around my head.
I was going to try and do another writing prompt today. I got as far as saving a couple prompts to try out later, after I feel better. This might be all the writing I do before the clock strikes midnight.
At least it’s something.
It’s not always easy to make progress. I’ll give myself credit for making an effort. I know the wind will catch my sails again.