Ah, that's better.
As Medusa explains much better than I ever could, in writing, wardrobe is all. Now, she and I tend to veer in different directions in terms of our fashion aesthetics for writing, but we do begin at the same place - with the strange sweater/nightgown combination. I tend not to find my inner dancer as the day continues, however, but rather to embrace my inner Spice Girl, usually ending up with some combination of Sporty, Ginger, and Scary being the end result. Currently, I have settled on the following:
- Hot pink and white Adidas gym shoes
- Black terry cloth shorts that I've had since 2003 (which are faded to a kind of brown/gray/black
- What A. calls a "bralet" but by which she actually means a tank top with some sort of built in bra support (burgundy).
- a "Gettin' Lucky in Kentucky" t-shirt (green).
I have yet to reach the desperate stage where I break out the dissertation tiara. At this point, my hair is just in a ponytail. Might I just note that I'm very excited that my hair can go into a ponytail again?
So why am I not writing? WHY?
I've done the research. I know (roughly) what I want to say. I've done the thinking that I needed to do. So why am I sitting here resisting getting to work? Why????
The fact of the matter is that I don't feel like writing. I feel like being a lazy person. And it sucks that I am not allowed to be a lazy person. Well, I suppose I'm allowed - who's here to stop me? - but I know that I cannot afford the laziness.
I may need to set the timer in order to get anywhere with my day.
More soon, I'm sure. I know you can't wait.