Its early; too early, I think, for the time I went to bed last night. This being the summer, my internal clock has reset and my body has decided that I should be awake from 11 a.m. to 3 a.m.; tough hours to stick to when you have three kids. Now I’ve got a bit of a headache and I’m drinking my first cup of coffee, reflecting on the day ahead of me. I actually feel somewhat guilty that I didn’t do the Friday5 last Friday; the questions didn’t suit me. Instead, I worked on my WIP and on Saponifier, which is what I’m working on today.
I’m using Google’s new Task List, a part of Gmail. As a serial email-checker, every time I look for new messages, I am now confronted with a list of things I need to accomplish by the end of the day. I’m hoping that the little notes will remind me of all the things I have needing done, thus making me more effective as both a writer and Managing Editor, but we’ll see. I have superhuman powers to stubbornly procrastinate.
I snapped a picture that I want to share with you; I thought it might help generate a little inspiration for someone. Its a picture of the sunset and the moon, as seen from my driveway at about 8 p.m. on July 23rd. Being of the sort that needs inspiring, I’m also going to share a poem, one that seems to fit the mood I’m in today.
The Moon
by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822)
I
And, like a dying lady lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapp’d in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The mood arose up in the murky east,
A white and shapeless mass.
II
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
And with that, I’m going to finish my coffee (and perhaps a Blueberry Pop Tart) and start on my day.
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