...because I haven't done a lick of productive work this weekend. In fact, I haven't written a single word for work in the last week. That's not good.
I doubt it will change for the rest of today. I have tried to get my thoughts arranged for at least one of the two stories I should have written; didn't work.
Instead, after walking, writing about walking, and consuming a pot of tea, I have basically spent the day starting at the walls. And thinking.
Oh yes, thinking. Thoughts I shouldn't have allowed myself to think. They started off nicely enough (the unrealistic part) and went downhill from there when reality kicked in.
I suppose when things aren't going well, it's natural to look back fondly on something that started well and ended badly and think about how it could have ended well -- or, better, not ended -- if this, that or the other thing had or hadn't happened.
Mostly, it's the other things, those over which I had no control, that went wrong....
Nothing good can comes of such thoughts.
And I do need to get some work done. No work, no money, you know.
Wait. I haven't yet seen any money for the last six articles I've written.
Yeah, I feel totally in control of things. Uh-huh. You damn betcha.
17 hours ago