Down the Rabbit Hole

Bibble Babble

My personal goal to write something every day is falling short this week. My last entry was the 14th...and I'm still coming up empty for inspiration. This cold is kicking my ass and draining my creativity. I'm feeling run down and crappy. I loathe these dry days. On the plus side, I managed to send out two pieces for potential publication, though I'm not sure either has a snowballs chance in hell of being picked up. Its the practice, the ritual of it that is important. As I wait for the inevitable "thank you, but no thank you" responses, I can at least congratulate myself on having made the effort. There seems to be so much more I should be doing, on all fronts of my life. Sometimes it feels like I'm half-assing mostly everything and I hate that. This cold is dragging on to long, hell, this winter is dragging on too long. I'm so sick of the rotting, gray mounds of snow everywhere I look. I'm tired of wearing socks. I miss my open-toed heels, I miss my tiki porch, I miss anything green and leaf-like.