Last weekend was a family weekend, where we all met at our house for a get together.
We had a lovely time, and this adorable orchid was a gift and has taken up residence in my office.
It has been making me smile every time I look at it…
You may have noticed that I have been among the missing for the better part of this week.
I haven’t been ill, even though sometimes I think I must be. Whatever assailed me last week and was blamed on a retrograde planet or the eclipse, take your pick, has not gone away. I thought it could be my old friend depression making another unwelcome appearance, but I don’t think so, as I feel quite calm and reasonable happy, despite feeling older than Methuselah, I just can’t seem to choose what I do anymore. I have caught up with some of the outstanding housework, and in between showers, I have potted up all the dahlia tubers I bought last year. So, if anything, I am feeling a little smug, even though I didn’t choose to do any of these things.
I have almost finished editing my book too, and yes, I am still on Scrivener!
Basically, the main problem is that I just can’t bring myself to write anything. No short story, blog posts, or notes on the next novel!
This should be frustrating as there are a lot of things I need to get to, but I am not frustrated. I am almost serene, something I rarely am, for my brain is usually far too busy.
I just hope this is a passing phase and not the next stage of growing old. I am already being accused of not hearing, or understanding, and the Biggy, forgetting everything!
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