Of Apple Cider and Foot Massages

November 7, 2009 at 8:57 pm | Category: Guest Blogger, blog

Today was a strange, strange day. Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was just A Day.

I had writing goals for today, as I always do. I try to write every single day, a minimum of a thousand words, and slightly more now because I’m under deadline on one book and madly working to put together a proposal on a book I want to write so badly I’m giddy with love for it.

First, I went grocery shopping and picked up a bunch of stuff I was desperately out of, including allergy meds, which no one wants to see me without, especially me. And wow, that was a long sentence. But I digress. I also happened to wander by the drink aisle and found a brand of hot apple cider that I fell in love with way back in grad school. Oh, yeah, that went home with me.

But I got to the front of the store and there were no check stands open. None. I had to do self-check out, which I like when I have a few items, but not when I have an enormous basket of melting frozen items and wilting lettuce smushed under my canned goods. The manager actually looked at me like I was an idiot for trying to self-check with so many items. He got the Hairy Eyeball look in return. Cuz, seriously! I didn’t want to be there either! I hate shopping. A lot.

As we can see, it hates me back.

Then I came home to try to sit down and write and make those daily goals so I could forget the pain of the little automatic voice telling me to put my items back on the weigher thingy (technical term). And then my downstairs neighbor starting playing music so loud it shook my floor and gave me a foot massage. No writing got done. At all. I couldn’t concentrate with the floor vibrating.

I also had car issues today, which meant I had to cancel dinner with a good writer friend I haven’t seen in a while. That was the crowning blow for the day. Seriously, it took the cake. It didn’t help we were going to an amazing restaurant together that we both love and have fond memories of.

So, I suppose, while I’m sitting here sipping my apple cider–not eating my awesome food with my awesome friend–and getting my slightly nauseating foot rub, that what I want to say is stuff happens and that means there are days you get a free pass on the writing. Don’t feel guilty. Just don’t let it become a habit that gets you out of the habit of writing.

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