This morning, I decided to replace the bulb inside my Himalayan salt lamp that sits on the shelf above my computer, Taking down a few things in order to reach it, I realized I needed to take everything down and wipe away the ridiculous accumulation of dust and cobwebs, which also involved wiping off all the little tchotchkes (a Yiddish word for trinkets and collectibles) I had placed there for inspiration, followed by rearranging them all back up on the shelf.
As I took the time to do this (and replace the bulb), I felt the desire to blog about it, so I looked up the word "cobweb", which means "a spider's web, especially when old and covered with dust."
That's when I knew I also needed to do this in an effort to clear away the cobwebs in my mind and become a better writer, whether it's blogging or working diligently on my three current writing projects.
Yes, there are three. I should probably pick just one to focus on, but I have invested my heart and soul into each one, so much so that I feel the need to divide my time between all of them. Is this realistic? I suppose not, but I feel so strongly about each one that I keep trying to justify working on whichever story beckons to me, in addition to working on an array of other creative pursuits. I'm a slave to my emotions.
Lots to do, never enough time...