Zinnias
A new zinnia popped up after the pink one (see the pink one here). I started sharing photos of the bud on Instagram and then got distracted. Next thing I knew, the bud had fully bloomed.

One of my problems with social media is that I’m not spontaneous enough. I share a couple of photos of the zinnia bud, but then I get busy and even just uploading a photo to IG seems to take too long. So I tell myself that I’ll post later and later becomes a few days later.
Cats
For the last few days, I’ve been cat-sitting for our neighbors across the street. Although I “know” their cats (they are indoor-outdoor cats and occasionally visit our driveway), it’s quite an experience dealing with their eccentricities.


Frankie is very easy-going and Kitty Meow Meow can be but she’s finicky about her food. Fun. She’s finally realized that she only gets food when I come over. No 24/7 room service so she’s getting better about eating what I put in front of her (sort of). I know they will be glad when their staff return (which will be late tonight), but I do appreciate having this time to bond with them.
Writing
I’m in another lull with my writing. I’ve been busy with other things (like I just had to take a Zoom class on basketweaving), but the year-long workshop I was taking (A Year of Writing Dangerously) has hit a snag.
Around mid-June, the host, Summer Brennan, informed us that she had a family emergency but hoped she’d be back with us soon. We haven’t heard from her since. Most of us have had such family emergencies and can attest to how all-consuming those emergencies can be.
Initially I thought I could carry on without Summer. Many writers in the group seemed to want to keep some momentum in the hopes that she will be back.
Then I thought it didn’t matter whether I wrote or not. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for a year-long commitment (even though the commitment was to write daily not necessarily engage in the group daily).
I’ve been doing other things (like basketweaving) to try and avoid the issue, but I keep going back to the group’s Substack chat to see if someone knows something. We are worried about Summer, but none of us has any direct connection to her. Emails have been sent to her, but not answered.
This workshop was to be broken into 6 six-week sessions, with the 5th session to start on September 1. I keep telling myself I’ll decide then whether I’ll stay with the group. There’s some nice people in the group, but right now it’s just an “accountability” group, people checking in and reporting on how they have or haven’t been writing. Even if Summer comes back, I don’t feel like my heart is in it anymore.
Books
I have a few book reviews due and more than a few books that want to be read. Instead of writing, I listen to audiobooks (in some cases, even when I already have a print copy) while doing something like walking, weaving, or cleaning.
Photos
I have a lot of old family photos to go through. I need to upload some of them to share with my cousins, others to share with my nephews and brother-in-law.
I have so many things I want to do that I often wind up reclining on my bed and reading and typing on my iPad — as I am doing now.

Have you ever had a workshop experience that left you unmoored, without a compass? How did you cope?
What keeps you writing? Is it ever difficult to keep still long enough to write?
I neglected to mention that I’m also writing letters and postcards encouraging people to vote. The letters are difficult as my handwriting has really gotten bad. I’m hoping the postcards will be easier to manage.





































































