"I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again"
I have a head full of ideas today but every time I try to write them down I feel like I'm not getting anywhere. Must be how Dizzy feels when she runs on her wheel. There is no doubt about it. Being a writer is sometimes frustrating and lonely. Just a bad day, I guess.
Perhaps it's the pressure of knowing that Junior is about to go on holiday for six weeks (agh!), perhaps it's this relentless, sweaty heat or maybe it's the splitting headache which is making concentrating on anything impossible. Whatever it is, I think I'm best just switching off my laptop today.