Having transitioned at last from over-full to sated after dinner, I still don't feel up to a few rounds of DDR. Instead, embracing some relatively distraction-free time, I thought I'd resume editing the piece I mentioned last week.
The screen I'm staring at is not remotely blank, but I've only managed to add a few paragraph breaks and a stray word or two. I'm in that intermediate head space: capable of working but not driven by some specific inspiration. If I would just commit to it, inspiration might ensue. My patience is slim because I feel like the changes I'm making are purely functional clarifications for a presumed audience. It's fair to assume the mental leaps and omissions I make regarding people and timing in writing for myself will not be obvious to others.
OK, I feel more ready now.
tags: writing process, writer's blocks, DDR