This week has been a bad one for writing.
It started out well enough, mind you. Got a blog post written and some plotting done on Monday, and actual words down on Tuesday.
But the rest of the week has been a wash. Wednesday was a blur, between work, getting the dogs to the boarding people, and prepping the house for having the power shut off on Thursday. Yesterday I got up early, packed, drove out to the hotel I was going to work from, and rushed right back home as soon as the power was off.
And no, spending all day working in a hotel where no one else was masking was not conducive to being creative 😬
So here I am, end of the week arriving and only 271 words written. I've got a lot of catch-up to do this weekend.
Wish me luck.
