I got work done last night, and I edited an entire long short story, that I think wen't pretty well. I want to get it out. Today, in general though, is just kind of a sucky day. So much so that I'm afraid to touch anything right now. I might end up doing a short story for the day and keeping my hands away from the novels. We'll see.
It's one of those days where I think staying in bed wouldn't have been such a bad idea, either. But here I am, and I can hardly avoid work, can I? I must write something.
Or maybe I should just go look at possible dinner food.
Not a good sign when I start looking for anything other than writing.