Tuesday, August 10, 2010
After a series of interuptions-- a friend's mother died, a visitor from the Czech Republic. But mostly, being tired of not seeing anything budge, not to mention missing a lot of my goals. Some things I have managed to do-- private skating lessons are awesome, progress on the novel is not. Losing the next ten pounds, not even started. In fact, I'm sure I have gained some of the last 10 back. (DId I mention fried cheese? My friend from the Czech Republic made it. You take a wedge, flour it, dip in egg, bread crumbs, and fry it until it is golden on the outside, soft on the inside. Don't even want to know the calories in that, but I only eat it every ten years.)
So, now I'm back. Not gritting my teeth back, but trying to make things flow back. Summer didn't help the writing, because there is still a fear factor. And maybe laziness.