Accomplishment-free Day!

So, where is the woman who boasted she could write anywhere, anytime? Hmmm? Where is she today? I have been procrastinating with such panache (I have no idea what "procrastinating with panache" means, but it sounds stylish and who can beat the alliteration?) and am bored out of my mind, but not really into the whole writing thing today.

Of course, it's been gloomy for days and it's pouring buckets this morning so, maybe I can blame it on the weather. In addition, I have been on mommy-car duty almost every day this week which doesn't turn my crank at all. That gas is now about a hundred dollars a litre doesn't help, but my real issue is that I hate driving into the city. I know, I know, it's not that far nor is it terribly big. As a matter of fact, other cities poke fun at Halifax regularly. So, there is little traffic. Rush hour consists of a 10 to 15 minute delay if Quinpool gets really backed up (Yes, Toronto and Montreal are laughing at this tiny blip on the traffic scale that they wouldn't even consider rush-hour foreplay, but I digress.)

I just want to sit at home and stare at the trees and listen to the birds and be frightfully creative. If driving is to be done it should be in the direction of a beach. Maybe a coffee shop if the weather is miserable. Somewhere to sit and well, you know, be frightfully creative.

So here I am with my frightfully creative self doing everything in my power to make the creation of anything an impossibility.

I've read a few terrific blogs this morning, answered a few emails, and had far too much coffee to drink. Between this, I've managed to get a few pages edited, but now, here I am not editing.

I think I will proclaim today an accomplishment-free day. A day to rent movies and wear flannel pants with elastic waistbands and eat junky snacks and nap.

(Sound of trumpets please.)

Look at that. Even when I'm doing nothing I can convince myself it's something.

Colleen