crash & burn

As suspected in my last post, the good mood didn't last. I have, in parlance, crashed and burned. And not even cookies and cream chocolates are making a dent... okay, they're making a small dent in the mood.

I may be the only person in the world who hates Fridays. Don't ask.

But I did manage to get another chunk of the YA project done last night, ending when I realized I'd swerved off-plot and would have to decide if I wanted to retrace or plow forward on this new direction. Also realized it was after midnight, so I went to bed instead.


My life is so unbelievably boring. I should make something up to entertain y'all.

heh

*headdesk headdesk headdesk*


Don't you just love it when the stuff you just wailed on, wordage-wise, doesn't match what you had in the outline?

Heh. Ooops. Also, argh.

I can fix this. I will fix this. It's a relatively easy fix. But boy is is frustrating.

On the plus side, 1700 words before I realized the oops. So we'll hit 2,000 easy tonight. Maybe more. *happy meerkat dancing*

And red meat for dinner, and a thunderstorm moved through and made me all happy and productive. Good mood is regained.


Writers are so easy. All we need is red meat and wordage.


Update: 10:10 pm. 3,000 words. And cookie dough ice cream. Because after red meat and copious wordage, there must be sugar. And now I will fall over go thud.