I spent the weekend with my lover and writing partner. We discussed Chapters 1 and 2 but he didn't quite get through Chapters 3 and 4. I planned on writing last night but instead I sat on my couch and got sucked in by March Madness. I think I've consumed enough college basketball to last me an entire year and the tournament is only half over now.
Here's the problem. I'm sitting at my desk in my very quiet and dark office and I have four million things to do and do you know how many I feel like doing?
The lack of motivation one battles on a Monday is directly proportional to the awesomeness of the weekend. And while we didn't do anything wild and crazy, it was relaxing and comforting. I felt loved.
Now I'm cold and lonely and my head is spinning with thoughts I don't want to face. And Chapter 5 looms ahead of me like a mountain.
A mountain I don't feel like climbing today.