Some Days It's Hard

It's Sunday morning here in Maryville, on a dark morning following a torrential thunderstorm, with more rain on the way. I'm listening to classical music and drinking entirely too much coffee, followed by a good dose of King's Oolong Tea 913, which I received from a friend of mine who's currently back in China. No need to go out; just a long amount of time to do something.

Or nothing. Right now, I want to do nothing.

I took a break from writing yesterday, mostly because I didn't feel well, but in part because my projects are as follows:

1. Gaia's Hands, which is frustrating me because I can't get a handle for improving it (this vastly rewritten and rewritten story)
2. A short story about one of the characters in Prodigies, which starts with a whole family dying in a bombing and gets more depressing from there.

Not much to grab onto, is there? 

My worry if I take another break is that I will quit writing, because, frankly, it's easier not to write. Part of the reason I write this blog is to force myself to be productive, to take the hard path, the path I really want to see myself walk down. 

So we'll see what I want to write today.

Thanks for listening!

Sunday: Classical music and tea

I'm late today -- just warming up for today's reading/tweaking of Apocalypse. My last thorough pass-through, I hope. I plan to get halfway through the second half of the book; all the way through if my eyes don't start to bleed (that's meant figuratively; don't panic.)

I don't like the phrase 'warming up' on days like this because it's dangerously hot this weekend in Missouri. Like 100 degrees hot. I haven't even gone to work at the cafe this weekend because that's too hot for me to go outside in. (Ok, fine, I could go outside in it but that much heat makes me lazy.)

The drink du jour is Ten Ren No. 913 King's Oolong/Ginseng tea, a good solid Taiwanese tea a friend of mine gave me. It's amazingly refreshing hot tea. My frumpy calico cat Girlie-Girl (of the six, the one most attached to me) sits on the couch right behind me, cleaning herself. 

Playing on the stereo: Concerto in A Major, Bach. In my life, Sunday mornings lend themselves to leisure and tea/coffee and classical music in a room cluttered with hobbies and cats.