Rest Day

I went to bed around the time I would normally get up. I discovered that I’d scuffed my knees. I built a blanket fort out of the dining room table.

It’s official: I’m aging backwards.

It was a laid back Sunday day in which we *mostly* took things easy and relaxed. Some days you just need to rest and recuperate and this was one of those days. I slept in. I did a little tidying. I did a little laundry. I worked for several hours on my book and completed two new chapters- a statement that is as truthful as it is deceptive. I probably spent seventy five percent of that time messaging a friend on Facebook. The time that was spent actually engaged in the act of writing only produced about a page of text, but it was a critical scene that would end the chalet that I’d been slogging through all week and would provide the trigger for the next chapter, which was almost completely finished already, and which just needed a few final adjustments inn order to be coupled onto the main story.

It was not easy work. My mind felt like it was a thousand miles away from the task of reading and writing and every sentence felt like it was written in marshmallow: too soft, too sweet, and full of a lot of air. But no matter: the words are down on the page. The story can now go on.

In the evening, we went to a friend’s house for a dinner of vegan tacos, about which the Curmudgeonly Lion was extremely skeptical, but they were, in fact, delicious as deliciousness prevailed.

So all in all a good, low key day.


~ by Gwydhar Gebien on August 12, 2018.

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