A Wednesday Evening

Tomorrow’s steel cut oats simmer on the stove.

Freshly peeled ginger steeps in a mug of hot water.

It’s Wednesday evening, and I’ve been totally–unapologetically–unproductive for two days in a row.

I’m looking for a way back into my writing. Into that story that has to be finished.

When will I make the time? When will I feel dedicated enough?

And then Ira Glass speaks soothes my writing soul.

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One thought on “A Wednesday Evening

  1. I love this quote! I totally agree with this, isn’t Ira Glass brilliant. I’m pretty sure my period of my making stuff that was “not that good” was longer than a couple years 🙂

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