I had such high hopes for today. But, here I sit, it’s almost 5:30 which means the bulk of the day is gone (I’ll soon be busy putting together dinner, doing dishes, making sure the boys get their baths and getting them off to bed…) and I’ve added three pages to the wip.

Yes, three pages is better than no

thing. But, I’d hoped for more. Lots more. Like sudden, struck by lightning, motivation, where the words are just flowing out of me. So, what happened between getting up in the morning and now?

I wish I knew. I feel blah.

I could blame it on the weather (it’s been rainy and cold all day, and this kind of weather usually puts me in a funk), I could blame it on my boys (but, really, they were pretty good today. I was only interrupted 1 bazillion times, which is way better than the 10 bazillion I normally get), I could blame it on PMS (yeah, that one actually sounds pretty good)….

but they’re all excuses and, deep down, I know it. So, I’m putting it away for the night and keeping my fingers crossed that tomorrow will be a better day.