So, I now have two sick autie men (my kids with autism are 19 now), and there’s a blizzard outside.
What could be more fun, right?
I’m supposed to be working on two overdue manuscripts, but instead I’m feeding chicken soup to the two curled up together watching Downton Abbey. That’s not all bad, I suppose.
But books and stories don’t write themselves. And while everyone else is snoozing and snuggling, and watching TV, I’m off to the office to feel sorry for myself that I can’t snooze and snuggle, too.
Oh, poor me. First World problems.
I’ll just remind myself I’m not out digging ditches in that blizzard. That should do it.
What do you do to motivate yourself to keep writing on lazy-feeling days?