Lately it’s been hard to write. I’m not sure why. It could be the chaotic time we are living through. It could be that I’m not sleeping enough. It could be that my office is too messy. Who knows?

It’s not a lack of ideas. I have no trouble coming up with ideas. It’s the follow-through that’s been hard recently.

I will have a story for Dean tomorrow about Tzipporah’s unlikely alliance with an Egyptian mau cat, even though I don’t know how I will get there. The muse and the cat are playing hide and seek with me, I fear. But, I’m not afraid or stressed. Just a bit tired.

That is something to celebrate. Even when I should feel that my back is against the wall with these stories, something inside me knows that I will turn in a story tomorrow night. I haven’t failed to do so for the last 45 weeks. Week 46 will not defeat me, either. I even turned in a story when my fever was spiking and was desperately ill in February. So a little ennui is not enough to stop me.

Dean calls this the power of a streak. I always thought he meant that whatever happened you summoned your internal willpower and forced the thing into existence. I didn’t realize it was more of a lazy shrug with my internal storyteller saying in a cartoon French accent. “Eh, another story. Oui, of course you will have your story tomorrow. It is what we do. N’est-ce pas?”

On Monday morning you can expect that my countdown post will knock another story off the total required. But today, it’s hard.

I hope things are going easily for you, my friends, and that if  your internal writing voice talks to you it is not with the voice of a cartoon French chef. I am quite certain that French people everywhere are insulted now. Je m’excuse.

Be well, friends! And stay well.