by Mary Sutton / @mary_sutton73
It's been one of those days.
Yeah, those days.
All I know is it nearly reduced me to tears this morning.
While the irrational part of me is thinking that the job at Panera looks pretty good right now, the rational part of me know this is just part of the game. And what I need to do now is step back.
I've closed the story. I'll finish this blog, and the only other thing I will write today will be the newsletter article for my taekwondo school.
After that, the rest of that Caramel Delight ice cream and a few episodes of "Dr. Who" sound really good. Or maybe I'll lose the my misery in Never Tell a Lie by Hallie Ephron (which is excellent, btw). A few games of Doodle Jump. Whatever it is, it won't be writing.
No, I'm going to resist to take immediate action on the idea I had in the dentist's chair regarding my WIP. I'm going to let it stew, let it percolate. Age, like fine wine or cheese.
Some might call it stalling. But I recognize it for what it is: A sign that I've been working to hard and I need to chillax. That happens you know.
That ice cream is calling my name. But what about you? Do you have those days? What do you do about it?