I am tired. Yesterday’s copy edit fried my brain and I need to start writing. Instead I checked Facebook, which failed to entertain me, checked my email, which had no urgent matters, and checked the writer’s forum I occasionally haunt, which had no interesting topics. It’s raining outside, in a half-hearted fashion, like it can’t decide if it really wants to let it pour or if it wants to quit. It’s the kind of rain that makes you curl up somewhere and drift off. I just can’t claw my eyes open this morning.
I used to do a lot of crafts with my hands. The gemstone trees, the little sculpey dragons, etc. It’s been suggested that it would be a good idea if I got back to it, because it would give me a break from the computer screen. I’ve made the leap and ordered a cheap pasta machine to roll out my clay. Watch this go spectacularly wrong. With my luck, the pasta machine, which has no motor by the way, will explode as I roll the clay through it and burst out of the window in a cascade of glass shards. I have zero artistic ability, so I will probably just make a bunch of bean-shapes and paint cute cat faces on them.
So my question to you this morning: what do you like to do in your spare time?