I do not have much to write about today. I did not go out at all. The bi-weekly writing group met today, but I did not feel like going to it. I had nothing that I wanted to share with them. I did want to get some writing done today. I did not type anything new, however, I just put a scene of a story I had written in long hand into the computer. Except for these blog entries, I find it difficult to type what I am thinking. I could never do that on manual typewriters either. I write in long hand first and then transcribe it to the computer. I may make some changes as I do, but it is usually what I wrote.
Other than that piece of writing, the only other thing I did today was to mop the kitchen floor. I thought I might do laundry or try to get my mess from the last time I tried to organize straightened up better, but I did not. I try not to let it bother me and do not get as upset with myself as I used to, but I still have a hard time with it. The harder I try, the worse things seem to look and I know that is because "I" am "trying." I only see progress when I work on what strikes me at a particular moment. I did not wake up thinking I will mop the floor today, for example. When I felt that it was time I did that, that is what I did. It works for me.
IT'S NEVER TOO LATE! 
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