I've seen this post on many of my favorite blogs, and honestly, for lack of inspiration I needed some direction. Writing has been really hard for me lately. Bringing myself to the computer has been challenging. Today I couldn't think of a thing to write about, but this kind of a post forces you to do the thinking. Guess what? It totally helped. Now I'm not saying I'm now inspired to write the great American novel, but I've found a way out of my rut. Try it out, and see if it brings you some inspiration.
Jam. Yes, jam. Because I bought strawberries at Costco and they were over ripe to begin with so thanks to Pinterest, it’s really easy to make jam with your kids.
Dinner. Maybe. It’s 105 outside and turning on the oven seems like a really bad idea...
Lots and lots of water. Because I hear it’s good for you.
The Interestings by Meg Wolitzer. But I’m pretty sure as soon as my Kindle is charged, the Interestings will take a back seat to Sinner by Maggie Stiefvater. I’m so excited for this YA novel it’s sick. But I think YA novels are a sickness in general. The guiltiest of pleasures.
A beach vacation. Even if it’s just for the day. I’ve learned that a change of scenery always does this family some good.
At Instagram. Always.
Pandora as a write this. Because music is where I get most of my inspiration.
All my days off on old episodes of Grey’s Anatomy that they play on Lifetime. Time on things like social media. Days being in the moment instead of writing about those moments. The writers blog and all around malaise towards writing will hopefully go aways soon.
That carrots tasted like chocolate.
These lazy summer days with my girls. Days in our pajamas. Target trips for nothing in particular. Serving ice cream for dinner.
On inspiration and motivation to move back into my life.
That last bit of light before the sun goes down. Where the sky can’t decide if it’s pink or blue.
If I will ever fully commit myself to my writing. If I will ever be brave and start writing the book I’ve always wanted to.
Frozen mango. I know, sounds weird, but it’s really delicious. Nights spent in the front yard with neighbors that are now friends, and watching our kids play. Stolen moments with the Hubbs.
That I can talk myself into working out again.
That my two daughters are seven and four. Seven. and Four. What?
More sleep. More time. A personal chef, house cleaner, and laundry folder. Don’t you think laundry folders would make a killing? Because everyone hates to fold their own laundry.
Chlorine on my babies as they fall asleep after summer days spent poolside at Grandmas.
A maxi skirt, because I can’t be bothered with shaving legs. Or showers. Or getting my shit together in general.
Macklemore on Instagram. Because he post pictures of his cat sleeping in a box. And also because my BF always tags me so I can see said cats in boxes.
That I like an unscheduled life so much better.
that I need to get off this computer and get out of the house.
About the short story that I started writing. And realizing it’s going to be an actual story.
Lots of Harry Potter memes. Inspirational quotes. And things that make me laugh.
With the Hubbs at Walmart.
Like there is a change brewing. For better or worse, I'll have to weather it.