Sit in a chair.
Put on Tori Amos.
Put on head phones.
As she's banging on the Piano, you write a bit, enjoy the music, then write some more, enjoy the music. Butt dancing, see?
If you don't, I can't help you. Sorry.
I was a little disappointed in tonight's predicted storm. In anticipation to the frostspawn snowpocalips that was supposed to happen, I canceled the Venturing meeting. Ventures are all about the adventure and a little snow shouldn't phase them, but really, driving in snow and ice is dangerous. Why risk it for a Venture meeting? As I watched the reporter on TV endure the horrible storm just up the road I figured it was immanent that we too would be besieged in winter's icy grasp.
Not so much.
Now I feel like a wus. (My cousin Brian taught me that word, wus. It has no meaning, but it just has all it needs in the sound, donnit? Wus! Like the sound of a deflating erection, Wussssss.)
I went with safety and caution, not the way of the Adventurous, is it?
Ah, but I take comfort in knowing that had I not pulled the plug the storm would have hit and we would have been taking our lives in our hands for just a meeting, one of a million other meetings that we would have.
It's Murphy's law and I am a disciple.