On Saturday, I was, as a friend put it, slovenly. I lay around on the couch all day listening to the radio. I didn’t get anything done. I had all these plans, too. I was going to clean; I was going to go to the Quarter Horse Congress. I was going to play video games and make a nice dinner.
Sloth is never lonely, though. I can’t blame the friend I was slovenly with. I was looking for an excuse to do exactly what I did. And I also wasn’t feeling too great all day. It payed off, though.
After slovenly Saturday, I had a very productive Sunday. I ran. I ran pretty well, too. I felt fast. I washed laundry. I washed all the dishes and cleaned the counters. And the microwave. I worked on the story I’ve been avoiding.
So, friend, you see that sloth wasn’t so bad. I actually think it was good.
Speaking of the story, I did great work on it. I really think that taking that time away from it clarified the vision I had. It is heading off on an interesting path. It recently turned a corner, went over the river, and is intering into the woods. Soon, this story will be approaching Grandmother’s house.
While I never have trouble finishing a poem, I often have trouble wrapping a story up. I’ve said that a hundred times. Because of this bad history with ending things, I get really excited when I get close to finishing. I just need to keep focused.