Look at the pretty blue wall. I think I’ll write something about it, but I’ll wait until tomorrow.  It just doesn’t feel right right now.

There’s a book I’m trying to write, but every time I look at what I’ve written, I can see the make believe literary agent in my head rolling her eyes and throwing the work on the slush pile.

There’s a little time to write this afternoon, but I’m going to wait until tomorrow until the muse shows ready to sit on down and start feeding me some good ideas.

Yeah, that can happen tomorrow.

I need to make sure my bank accounts are linked so I can work with PayPal payments, and all that complicated stuff I don’t want to think about now, so I’ll think about that on Thursday. Then I tell myself to think about it again for the next day and the next, and before I know it I won’t have a business and the IRS is asking why I’m sinking money into a company I’ve registered but haven’t made any income on.

I’ll think about that tomorrow. Maybe on Sunday.

I want to go back to New York for Memorial day weekend and also later in the summer for a longer stretch, but I can’t think about that right now because every time I want to do something so badly that requires money, I get sick to my stomach over the the ordeal of spending more money.

Maybe I’ll get over that feeling and set up a flight tomorrow?

Maybe I’ll finish that book next month because I’m not feeling it now and maybe there’s a reason why I’m not feeling it now.

Maybe there’s a full moon.

Maybe Mercury is in retrograde.

Maybe it’s my spirit guide telling me that now is not the right time.

Oh, Okay. Then I really don’t have to do this now.

I’m going to gaze at that beautiful blue wall and the flecks of yellow summer flowers on the glass that’s holding the little pile of soil and greenery and wonder when I’m going to get started.

When is the right time?  Why not now?

Maybe I’ll paint my apartment this weekend? Or, maybe I’ll go to the donation center and donate all those things I want to get rid of to make a move back east easier.

Nah. I’ll save that for next month.