Writing, Writing

My first day off. Rather than waste my life on YouTube, yet again, I decided I was going to write. Of course, I didn’t have that much faith in myself when I set out, thinking like a drug addict, I’d fail and end up mainlining ‘online’ instead. 

But then I, actually, re-wrote my fiction blog all day. No distractions. I got to love it when that happens. I re-wrote a number of old draft entries that have been unfinished for the longest time, and published them, finally.

Look at me. Mr Hopeless, getting shit done.

It was a balmy, blustery, windy kind of day. I don't know if I am weird, but I love the wind. It was overcast and grey, but warm.

I rewarded myself with some time standing in the breeze, letting myself fall back into it, you know, just to that point before I’d fall over. It’s good for my soul. I feel alive when the wind blows.

I took the dogs for a walk early. Everyone seemed to have the same idea, walk your dog early as it was going to be hot later, and while it was kind of hot, it wasn't too hot.

I didn't get to the gym. Bad me. Ah well, there is always tomorrow. That’s the good thing about the grym.

And the day just disappeared. Whoosh. With the wind.