Word count, yesterday: zero.
Word count this week: trivial.
I’ve done lots of other stuff–yoga and lots of cooking and some errand running, meal planning, reading–I read TWO books yesterday–redesigning web sites and reformatting books, but I just cannot seem to get into the word flowing stage. I don’t even know why.
But it’s a beautiful September day, and on a day much like this thirteen years ago, thousands of people died and the world spun into a different place. And so I’m not going to beat myself up. I’m going to appreciate my life and my time & I’m going to swim & play with my dogs. I will write, too, but I’m not going to lose the beauty of the day staring at an open document on my computer screen.
Last year I asked R what he remembered from 9/11 and he remembered nothing. It pleased me, because I tried very hard to shelter him from it at the time. But it is still strange to think that there are teenagers alive now who weren’t even born when the towers fell.