I had a very busy weekend about which I could write, but I’m not in the mood. I have new crafting ideas about which I could write, but I’m not in the mood. I need to write blog posts, but I’m not in the mood.
There’s something about only doing something for which you’re in the mood. What could that thing be? What do I want to do after an introvert’s busy, people-filled weekend? What is that thing for which I’m in the mood?
I want to plug in Pandora, my Twinkle Bell station, and then I want to write. Not about my weekend or crafting ideas or those things that would be of interest on a blog. I want to write things I want to write. Write things no one will see. Maybe revise my novel-in-progress. I want to listen to the soothing music and write, write, write.
And I’m writing…about anything I want to…about nothing I don’t want to.
Until I fall asleep.