I was incredibly industrious today…all the chores were completed early, laundry was folded, a bushel of fresh picked green beans were blanched, vacuum sealed and frozen for winter, errands were run and the gas tank topped off. Mani and pedi were even completed (and it’s pretty rare that I ever get this far down the list).
Suddenly it struck me that I had the whole rest of the evening free to do whatever it was I might like to do (Husband is catering a wedding nearly every Saturday). It took me a minute to figure out what free time meant. And then it took me longer to figure out how to fill it.
Writing, I thought. I haven’t sat down to write, really write, fiction, in a very, very long time. So I finished putting away the clean dishes, made myself a bite to eat, and popped Sabrina into the DVD player for inspiration. (The Audrey Hepburn version, of course. Audrey is great inspiration.)
And now, I will write. For no other reason than because I can.