I'm still having a difficult time just sitting down and, well, writing. I don't know why. I have a brain full of ideas, pouring from my heart and overloading my mind throughout the day and yet, when I sit down? Nothing.
But I am getting crafty. I brought a pad of paper to the speech meet that I was judging yesterday and I just wrote. And wrote. And wrote.
Most of it was meh and bleh and yaaaawwwnnn inspiring.
But I was writing.
And that's all that matters to me, right now.
Today shall find me and my hubby at a cruise on Lake Michigan at a sort-of pre-game party before tonight's Bears game. Gotta love that man. He has quite the ability to win stuff on radio phone-in contests. :)
Let's just hope this off-the-charts wind doesn't make everyone seasick...
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