I’m throwing something up here today so that I don’t break my chain and lose the challenge, but I’m going to give myself permission to not do my best work this time. It’s not that I’m not inspired, it’s that I’m just tired.
I’ve spent the last week in Florida. It was just supposed to be a long weekend, but the snow storm here in Boston extended it by two days. And I cried about that all into my chilled beer while I sat on the beach in my home town. Being back home during the dead of winter was surprisingly awesome. Not because it was warm but because everything was super laid back. I forgot how different the pacing can be from up in Boston, where everything is life and death. “Hey asshole, this is my section of the sidewalk! Drive somewhere else!”
The reason I’m kind of phoning it in today is that I have had the longest teak back I think I’ve ever had. I had a layover in Buffalo for some reason. I swear to God that is a made up place. There’s nothing their and my southerner brain believed that everywhere in the north was super amazing and not near as desolate as all of our home towns.
And, because layovers are awesome, my four hour layover was extended to five and half. Fun! This is where I should tell you I’ve been running on five hours of sleep.
“But you could sleep on the plane.” No. Fuck you, person I just invented to make a point. I can’t sleep on planes because my lizard brain is convinced I’m going to fall out of the sky. Even though I’ve had to do it twice today, I couldn’t relax enough to go to sleep.
I did however relax enough to work on a fiction project that I’ve been meaning to get back to for a while now, which is why I didn’t write this post on the plane.
So here I am. What is normally a three hour flight took me nine hours and then I had a late train getting back to my house. But I got back to work on a project I haven’t written on a while, and, as I am now well over 300 words, I didn’t break my chain on this blog. The challenge continues.