I can not write today–or yesterday. In fact, I’ve been in a funk since Friday. No thought, no inspiration. I’ve been abandoned.
I wondered why, and so I charted my biorhythms.
Sure enough, while my intellect biorhythm soared, my physical, emotional, intuitive, and awareness readings were in the loo. My aesthetics reading wasn’t much better.
I know better than to struggle against that much deficit, and so I shall spend the rest of my day reading.
That, too, is part of being a successful writer.