The cicadas are out in massive numbers this morning and it feels as though they are drilling into my head...stealing my ability to concentrate on writing.
I actually have a LOT of stuff that's breaking my concentration...mostly my head still being stopped up and aggravating me, but also a feeling of loss. A feeling that my soul is empty this morning...a vessel drained.
I suppose the best thing to do is to throw myself into my revisions so that I can try to take my mind off all the things that are keeping me from my writing. I should just push through it.
And funny now...all seems quiet...I don't hear the cicadas anymore. It's like I wiped the cobwebs away so now I will go.
I hope that everyone else is having a fine writing day...fingers swift over the keys as well as pen to paper, words flowing out as quickly as the thoughts come to mind. :o)