I should be wearing a cape, as I’ve found myself thrust into the role of my dreaded alter ego: Chore girl.

Today, after pilates, I put up a cord of wood, mowed the front triangle, moved the swing, mowed that part of the yard, washed dishes, put laundry away and that’s all off the top of my head. I don’t think I stopped moving for more than ten minutes today.

I was once again reminded of what I know to be true—if I try to put off writing, writing will not be denied. On a brief break, I penned a 53 word story for a contest. After I put up some more wood, I polished and sent it off. It’s not even a mental ‘I must write,’ it has become a physical craving.

Not a bad problem to have.

So much more to finish before I head off to Chicago. I’m so excited! Back to mowing! I hope your last two weeks have been great!

 

*These are just my Creekside Reflections. Your experience may vary.