My Name Is Scribble

It’s 2:30 in the afternoon. I didn’t sleep. Doing my best to Scribble as that is the name of my blog. Feel all uncomfortable because I am doing my best to get up early when I don’t sleep and now I’m tired. Cold outside and I have no Valentine card for my husband. I drank a 12 oz Coke to wake me up. I don’t like coffee, it gives me anxiety and depression at the same moment. I love tea especially Earl Gray with Great Britain Earl gray added. British tea is the best. I find mine at TJMax. I add some sugar, a tiny bit because I know I will drink Coke to kick start my metabolism. Still not done with our New Year’s letter. Took forever to finish. I’m not inspired, I try, doing Gretchen Rubin’s Happiness Project to help inspire me. She is fantastic. Motivated and funny but not overbearing, like she knows everything. I used to study writing with Natalie Goldberg, I no longer do that. Not because she is a poor teacher, but I could no longer afford her classes. Rubin is 371.00 for a year. She does SMS and connects on line and I just like her optimism, which makes me feel better. I’m still working on my book with four short stories. The editing is definitely difficult and my word document has no dictionary attachment to it. How that disappeared I have no clue. Anyway, this is just drivel. But I loaded an app to to my phone so I don’t have to get into my office to write.