I’m on Spring Break, and I really want to use the time to get a few things accomplished:
- Plan lessons for next week and the rest of the year in broad strokes
- Get some violin practice in
- Write
The lesson plans are partly done. The violin? Practiced, though I have lots more to do this week.
This is not working so well. The writing, that is.
I sit here and stare at the screen. I have four chapters left to plot, and I can’t seem to make myself write the story until the whole plot is outlined in broad strokes–without that, I feel bereft of plot and purpose. I have the feeling that I ought to just suck it up and start writing the second chapter, which is plotted, but I can’t seem to muster up the brain to do it.
This day is a loss.
On the plus side, my daughter just informed me, in her sweet four year old way, that she really likes how I look when I’m wearing my reading glasses.