Twitchy Tuesday

You know how I believe that Tuesday is the worst day of the week? Not so during vacation! En vacances, it’s perfectly positioned – deep enough in to have had a few days off and far enough out to have a few days left.

I’ve taken a week off work to wrestle with vampires and angels, so naturally I’ve checked the HBO listing and discovered a rerun of The Newsroom is on this afternoon (perfect for a tea break), assessed baking supplies for next weekend, and intend on a couple of loads of laundry before the day is done. I also discovered it's a bad idea to take your blog log to the beach; it gets in the way of meditation. I did take a few pictures, though. This one is my favourite, snapped a few feet from where I was sitting.



 



I'm running hot this morning, finding it hard to settle, so I'd better get my tea together and boot the writing computer. Jake`s story has a working title now - "Between the Storms" - and it's coming along quite nicely despite my interference. I reckon once I get into the rhythm, I`ll stop being a jumpy twitchy time-waster. A day this precious should not be deloped.

 

 

Bluesy Tuesday

If ever a day was meant to be Monday, it’s Tuesday.

Far enough in that Sunday is a memory and far enough out to put Saturday beyond reach, it sits like Saskatchewan in the middle of the week, linking east and west and doing little else.

Creatively, it’s the worst day of my week. By evening, everything I wrote is stupid and nothing I write will be worth it. My spirit is sapped and imagining anything but dinner is an effort. Actually, so is imagining dinner. Soup and saltines will do fine, thanks ... unless Ter can imagine something more interesting. Fortunately, she usually does.

That’s just how Tuesday rolls with me.

I know what’s going on here. Righty and Lefty are more evenly matched in their ongoing struggle for dominance on a Tuesday. Neither side has the edge, so my brain is fully stuck in neutral. I’ve known this for ages, yet the solution still eludes me. Rather, an effortless solution eludes me. I know if I put some energy into it, the excitement will come. I’ve got lots of characters and story ideas stashed in my noggin. They just get buried under the workaday humdrumming. Writing about it here may actually be helping.

Or not.

*sigh*