jaeleslie

Trying to have patience with myself today. My hands are swelled up painfully which seems to be the effect of the weather we're having, that's my excuse. But it doesn't seem like I am getting much done, again, as usual. If I make a huge effort I will get to the post office -- like I was going to on Monday. Drawing table is still piled up with stuff to be put away before I could possibly do anything there. Camera and tripod still set up in the dining room, with portfolio to be photographed and rolls of film still waiting to be finished and developed. Today in particular I am getting No Writing done, if you don't count comments to LiveJournal. Do they count? No turbozine, no wabe articles (and there are deadlines coming up on those this week), no novels no poetry no short stories, not even any funny postings about Tobes' visit. Haven't written anything much all month if it comes down it. Someday all the things I haven't written will choke me, Akhmatova said that. I'll let you be in my dream if I can be in yours, Bob Dylan said that.