I am sitting here trying to think of something to write about. I feel a bit depleted, uninspired, disinterested in producing one word of writing. I am up in my little office with all my books and photos and paintings surrounding me. I am listening to Gregorian chants in my headphones and am aware that my legs are chilly. I want to write something meaningful but, I swear, I am bone dry.
I don’t want to do anything but watch the Masterpiece series Poldark and spend time thinking about those characters. I am pulled into the story, think about those folks while I wash dishes or feed the dogs, consider where the story is going well and places where it’s stumbling. I’d like to think on some level I’m learning about good storytelling by watching this five-year series, but I certainly can’t say that is actually happening. I will say, however, that I am enjoying it and am learning a bit about the history of England shortly after the Revolutionary War in the US. So, that is at least a bit edifying.
Maybe it’s just time to rest my brain and not worry about it. I had students this afternoon so I’m back at work. And I’ll be doing eBay tomorrow so, yes, again back at work. Maybe my mind and body are just saying, “Stop. It’s time for a rest.”
I think I’ll listen.
Heading downstairs now to make some popcorn for movie night.
Talk again tomorrow.