I don’t understand it.
It’s a beautiful sunny day. That alone will get me enthusiastic about writing most days…
It’s peaceful. The baby may not be asleep, but she’s happy and playing without needing me…
I have three WIP queues to deal with. Formatting has one in it, Editing has four in it and Writing has fifteen in it. A total of twenty books / stories with claims on my time…
That’s without TTATE though – my editor (ooh, I love writing that) is on holiday and we can’t start that process without her, so that’s six books to go into the Editing queue…
Have you ever had one of those days where, no matter what you try, the words just don’t want to form in your mind or you can’t decide what to do?
I thought you might.
Yup, that’s what happening to me. It’s a Bad Writing Day.
Normally I would just pick up my knitting or get my beads out… but when I turned to do just that, this confronted me: