Bitter Disappointment
Last night did not go so well. As it turns out, last night was a horrid night for writing. I arrived home late, accidentally deleted the show from our PVR that we were going to watch (I did this before we watched it), fought with my wife’s machine, trying and failing to get it to cooperate with a microphone, and had to send a gob of pictures to my brother in Hawaii. In the end I had 90 minutes to write and a fume that took 60 minutes to calm down from, so I only managed 500 words.
I have a meeting tonight, Saturday is swamped with activity, Fridays usually find me desiring rest from the week, and I’m already 1500 words behind. Maybe I’ll catch a break or something.