A Writer’s Musings: Freaking Mondays
Mourning Sleepy Sunday
Oh, the joys of falling behind. I took some time off last week to gather my thoughts while I still had the house to myself. No wild parties or orgies… sorry, but the one in my head doesn’t count.
Sometimes we need to tap out. The Muse is energised by the cocooned quiet. But Monday morning hits and it’s a new week. I’m left with that feeling — where the bleeper am I up to? So many comments to make and stories to read. I want to write fiction. And damn, I should look at my calendar.
I’ve always detested Mondays. They have a vibe about them — the resentful frantic start to the week after Sleepy Sunday. At least I don’t have school or a job I hate. I remember bursting into tears waking on a Monday morning because I had school or work. “Slit My Wrists Monday” I use to call them. I have such a way with words. Melodramatic… mostly… Anyway, 2023 and The writing gig is pretty cool. In a way, I like the promise of a new week.
Hopefully, I’ll get back into a routine this week. I don’t even feel like recapping last week’s drama. I’d express too much and it’ll only turn into a bitchfest. It’s just sad when politics places a wedge between friends. I avoid taboo topics at all costs but some people are on a mission to convert and force the subject. These intense discussions linger with me for days like brain pollution. Negativity is an ickyness I can’t shake. The Muse struggles to fight through.
Anyway, look ahead not backward. Cease the week! Ok, I’m off to slay the Monday beast. I feel better writing this and bookending last week (I was too exhausted to write a musing last night, I didn’t get to bed until 5 a.m. thanks to a delayed graveyard flight). I thought I should send a quick update before Shanti C K organises a search party. Remember to look in the ditch, that’s where my mind is.
Have a fantastic week my wonderful stalker-readers.
Stalk-ya-later…
Previously on A Writer’s Musings…
