There's a crowd of monsters, and they're all the things I have to do.
Some of them are monsters whose faces I'm glad to see. In fact, all of them are. I just need more time to spend with each. The day just got twice as difficult.
The monster is actually the headache. The other things are friends.
I WANT to do the taxes and write the report and research the car and research the flight and attend the meeting and take the cat to the vet and take the kid to the baseball and read the handbook and take some sort of action about the career and write the stories and plan the games and find the improv.
But there's just too little time.
So the monster is the thing that's making there be even less time. To do all the things. I need to write the trivia, too.
And eat, porbably, moybaby. And I want to run.
It's all just a monstrous amount of stuff.
And write the emails that lead the people to knowing each other.
Boom boom boom baby. Boom boom boom.
Got 30 seconds of too distracted by the dog being agitated.
She's such a funny dog.
It's funny that we have dogs.
Oh, I told lochlan that we'd build his legos together today.
And he's going to bring home the art worksheet.
This is classic:
And write the emails that lead the people to knowing each other.You really nail "stream of consciousness" - this is the quintessential #freewrite!
Boom boom boom baby. Boom boom boom.
Got 30 seconds of too distracted by the dog being agitated.
She's such a funny dog.
It's funny that we have dogs.
Maybe, after so much time away, I'll take another stab at freewriting.
It's fun, therapeutic, and good for us in so many different ways.