I had the flu this week. Not fun. I stayed home Tuesday and Wednesday, but I could have stayed home yesterday too. I still don't feel like myself. Mostly because I'm getting a sore throat now. Just love this time of year. I'm already down and I'll be exposed to all kinds of family germs in the next couple of weeks. Gotta love it.
So while I was home, and when I started to feel a little better, I wrapped Christmas presents. I HATE wrapping presents. Because I suck at it. But it's done and I'm excited about that. Well, the kids' gifts are done. I still have to wrap my parents' gifts. And I have to buy something for the babysitter's kids yet. I may be crazy, but I'm going to try and get that done after work today. My boss is having a Christmas party and I don't want to go home before I go because that's a drive all the way out of town and then back. I don't like driving at night anyway. But this will probably be my last chance to get anything for anybody, so I've been sitting here jotting notes down every time I think of something.
For example, I am in charge of filling my mom's stocking. It's pretty easy, really. Office supplies and chocolate. Easy peasy. And I already have a couple things. So I'll browse a little and see what else I can find.
And...on the writing front...it's been quiet. I've got my ideas and my little notebook sitting right here. I've got at least three unfinished stories to work on. I need to focus. I have a hard time focusing. It's been a long time since I actually finished something. I mean full on, completely and totally finished. It really sucks. It's not satisfying at all. It's very frustrating.
Most of the time, I think I'm holding myself back. I could write. I could find the time. If I really and truly wanted to do it, I could. So why don't I?!