I need to get my ass in gear. I feel as though I have been drifting through the weeks after our family issues, depressed and half-awake at the best of times. I need to snap out of it.
Case in point? I’d been casually thinking of things that I could do for my husband’s birthday given that we have no money to spend and that there are no games out at the moment that sound interesting. During the day yesterday I realised that it was his birthday and it was too late. Too late for pressies and birthday wishes during the morning cuddles, too late for something that he may have liked. Too late to not look like a total ass, too late to say anything other than I’m sorry. Bah.
I’ve been trying to work on notes and outlines for the next project, with a similarly spectacular lack of success. I’ve had an image in my head for years of something that I wanted to write, and the basis of a story. I have the characters, and the threads that tie them together, and the place where it all happens. What I don’t have is an actual story.