Some days it's better to just quit fighting and relax into the flow of things. This was one of those days. Maybe it's the years I've accumulated but I no longer stress if the time to write never shows up. Hey! There's always tomorrow, right?
But since the challenge is to post a blog every day for thirty-one days, I will prop up my eyelids with toothpicks long enough to get something written here.
Let's talk about writing space. Where do you do your writing? I'm blessed to have a kid-free home with only my retired husband to intrude on my time. As I've mentioned previously, the daily pages I write almost first thing in the morning are scribbled on a small desk in my bedroom. That works fine for eating my breakfast while I fill in the lines.
When a laptop entered my life, the only space available was in the living room where, like at this moment, it has to compete with the television show my husband is watching. This devise is usually dedicated to social media postings like Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ which just seem to multiply and take up more and more of my time.