It wasn't until about the middle of June that I realized I'd missed that month's #IWSG check-in. I've been living alone for so long, that it's easy to lose track of days and apparently, months. So, as I was shuffling around trying to figure out what it was that I had missed, it finally came to me in the middle of the month; AHA! I missed June's check in. Blargle. I've been trying to get back into the habit of writing again, but with one thing and another, stuff with finances and all, it just is hard for me to get back in the rhythm. Poor Alex Cavanaugh must wonder if I'm coming or going.
Never mind goals and such; I just need to re-develop that habit of sitting down every day and writing. I'm trying to find part-time work and have focused quite a bit on that, but I still should be able to manage writing with that; provided I ever get hired.
This is really no excuse, but one of just pure empty-headedness and my inability to focus at times. I think I'm too easily distracted by shiny things or things that move. I don't understand why other adults can manage this all fairly well, yet I'm a mess on two legs. Oh well, I have to occupy some space on the number line of humanity. It's not quite 0, but closer to a 3 or 4 at times. I then wonder, if I'm getting too damned old to learn new tricks, but I don't really believe that. I think I'll start leaving post-it notes on the ones I pasted up on the wall last May. Well, maybe I should take those down first! Happy #IWSG-ing!
