Well, here it is—spring again but a year later. First, I’m still alive. I figured I should get that out of the way, since if any of you have been checking my blog over the past twelve months, you may have started to wonder. I’ve also been reasonably healthy and so have my family and friends. My house hasn’t burned, I wasn’t in a car wreck, and I haven’t been in jail. I didn’t win the lottery or go on any lengthy trips, and I haven’t had to get a job—thank goodness—to supplement my husband’s pension and my social security check.
In other words, I have no excuse for why I haven’t been posting to this blog. I deserve to be punished, so no ice cream for me tonight. Sorry, but that’s the best I can do. I suppose I could ask my husband to spank me—on second thought, no, thanks. Too Fifty Shades for me—ewww. Besides, our hearts probably couldn’t take all that excitement. We are old, after all.
I also can’t blame my writing on why I haven’t been posting here. I’m still working on the third Top Shelf book that I started last year, but at least I’m finally writing again. I had a long dry spell of not writing anything. Not writer’s block—just plain laziness. I have been editing for other writers, so at least I haven’t been a total waste of carbon.
Last night I was trying to think of how I could make myself post more regularly here, and I came up with an idea. Besides blogging and writing, I need to get myself in shape. My husband and I were talking one day about how much technology has changed in just twenty or even ten years and imagining what’s in store ten years from now. Suddenly it occurred to me that we could compare the state of our bodies in the same way. I’m nearly 73. Ten years ago, I was walking and working out regularly. I might even have still been jogging, although I’m not sure exactly when I stopped doing that. Then five years ago, I started writing fiction. That, of course, is typically done while sitting on your butt, which is exactly what I did instead of exercising. And, boy, can I tell it!
So…comparing the shape I was in ten years ago to the shape I’m likely to be in ten years from now if I don’t get moving—well, it’s not a pleasant thought. Don’t get me wrong—I don’t plan on not exercising my writing muscles in order to exercise my real ones. I want to make time for both, and it occurred to me that posting about my getting-in-shape progress here might motivate me. And, of course, I’ll also post my writing progress as well.
I’d love to hear from you if you’re starting or continuing an exercise program this spring. We all need to encourage one another to get and stay healthy because that’s the foundation for everything else.
Now—even though I feel like crap today thanks to allergies, I’m going to leash up one of my dogs and go for a walk. And I promise—no ice cream.
In other words, I have no excuse for why I haven’t been posting to this blog. I deserve to be punished, so no ice cream for me tonight. Sorry, but that’s the best I can do. I suppose I could ask my husband to spank me—on second thought, no, thanks. Too Fifty Shades for me—ewww. Besides, our hearts probably couldn’t take all that excitement. We are old, after all.
I also can’t blame my writing on why I haven’t been posting here. I’m still working on the third Top Shelf book that I started last year, but at least I’m finally writing again. I had a long dry spell of not writing anything. Not writer’s block—just plain laziness. I have been editing for other writers, so at least I haven’t been a total waste of carbon.
Last night I was trying to think of how I could make myself post more regularly here, and I came up with an idea. Besides blogging and writing, I need to get myself in shape. My husband and I were talking one day about how much technology has changed in just twenty or even ten years and imagining what’s in store ten years from now. Suddenly it occurred to me that we could compare the state of our bodies in the same way. I’m nearly 73. Ten years ago, I was walking and working out regularly. I might even have still been jogging, although I’m not sure exactly when I stopped doing that. Then five years ago, I started writing fiction. That, of course, is typically done while sitting on your butt, which is exactly what I did instead of exercising. And, boy, can I tell it!
So…comparing the shape I was in ten years ago to the shape I’m likely to be in ten years from now if I don’t get moving—well, it’s not a pleasant thought. Don’t get me wrong—I don’t plan on not exercising my writing muscles in order to exercise my real ones. I want to make time for both, and it occurred to me that posting about my getting-in-shape progress here might motivate me. And, of course, I’ll also post my writing progress as well.
I’d love to hear from you if you’re starting or continuing an exercise program this spring. We all need to encourage one another to get and stay healthy because that’s the foundation for everything else.
Now—even though I feel like crap today thanks to allergies, I’m going to leash up one of my dogs and go for a walk. And I promise—no ice cream.
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