Ah, the insidious little voice. You know the one. That
persistent, annoying whisper only you can hear. We all have one. Call it the
devil on your shoulder or your muse. Call it worse than that if you want. Heck,
I won’t stop you. I generally refer to mine as my muse and she’s such a whiner!
For 2015 she's been prattling on about blogging more regularly until I gave in
and said I would try.
It was basically a lie to myself, but here I am. Searching for something to blog about.
I’m not sure what my topic should be today, although this
past week certainly provided fodder. Everywhere I turn there's something going on. From the atrocity in Paris to Matt Kenseth standing his ground (yea!), news abounds. But this is supposed to be a blog about the writing and the author behind it.
I’ve been busy writing this past week. Very busy. My alter ego finished a manuscript and turned it in - WITH the forms. That's not a small feat. I needed to get that finished and clear the decks for Thanksgiving. This year, I'm fixing both Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners for us and my mother and stepfather. It's not a hardship. I have a plan, and my beloved is onboard to help.
Today is the last NASCAR race of the 2015 season, and I plan to watch most of it. It's Jeff Gordon's last race, and while I'm not precisely a Gordon fan, I have no trouble admitting he's had a stellar career. While the race is on, my partner and I will finalize the game plan for Thanksgiving and Christmas cooking. Christmas is easier because I have the day before off work, but all will be fine.
So here it is. I’ve completed my exercise in self-discipline
and blogged on schedule. Thankfully, the muse didn't insist my blogging be cohesive, or even on point. See ya next time around. Have a great day!
Rayne Forrest
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