ISWG--The Spring Time Grind

It's time for another installment of the ISWG. For those who would like to learn more about this supportive and helpful membership, please click on our illustrious host's name:Alex J. Cavanaugh

Hello All,

Time flies. It seems like I just submitted April's ISWG post, and in the blink of an eye, I'm back at my computer drafting another one. I've decided to address Alex's question of the month regarding whether or not the season inspires me to write more than others. After giving this some thought, I"d have to answer with a resounding NO!!! For some reason, my writing muse heads off for holiday during spring. I always feel restless and unable to concentrate, especially if the sun is out. I guess it's my body's way of saying get your middle-aged-spreading-butt out of the chair and go outside.

Yesterday, I piddled on the computer, then I potted a bunch of plants. I also bought a new hybrid bicycle. As you can see, I did everything but work on my story. Hopefully, my muse will return soon. Otherwise, I'm insecure that writing will become a grind until the weather subsides. Do any of you experience similar feelings? If so, how do you get past them? Until next time, my friends. Happy writing.

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