Pull the plug, I’m brain-dead
No, seriously. I’ve been working all day on a conversation between Eve and Ben, the two of my characters I know best, and it’s screwed. It sucks. Big time.
I’m sick. That’s my excuse. I have a cold, and my concentration is just plain gone.
But I did accomplish laundry and a few other things! Heh, when you’re stuck on stupid, do things that don’t require brain-power. No amount of accomplished housework is going to make me feel good about a non-writing day, though. Only important things, like Christmas Day or a Bly visit, make up for a non-writing day.
Ah well. Onward. As BJ would say–off like a thundering herd of turtles. Charge. (blah)