I hope this blog isn’t starting to feel cheap and used, but I’m thinking this really is my best trick at getting the writing thing going. Otherwise the odds of me sliding into complete inertia are very high.

The other strange bit is that I find it harder and harder to transition from any sort of ‘away’ time. We went sking up at Whistler yesterday and as I only got back a little while ago, I feel at loose ends. Not quite sure which part of the day to join forces with. 

I joke all the time about having no routine, but it’s obvious there is something going on, if I feel so completely unmoored by being away for one night. This, from a woman, who was away a ridiculous number of nights last year.

There is only one cure for this struggle between my inner bored person that wants to fall on to the couch in listless abandon and the woman who knows that the only cure is to start moving so that I can come back energized and start writing.  Besides, I know how the couch thing works with me…I can’t stand it. I’m bored within seconds, won’t watch inane television, can’t focus on reading and will ultimately force myself out the door to start walking anyways. May as well skip all those angst-producing steps and get on with it.

So. I’ve printed off the Fast & Easy Epicurious recipe and will walk over to the IGA. I will come back with enough cauliflower and lamb chops to make a lovely dinner. Voila.  I will have thrown some oxygen in my brain and body, I’ll have provisions to make it through the feeding frenzy and I’ll have the ability to focus on my writing. Not bad for a short walk and some deep breaths.

Onward.