I don’t know what my word count is today; I’m not done yet. It’s been a suck of a day. I woke up this morning feeling like dog crap. So I drank my coffee and decided to do my work under the blanket today. Just as I got going, there was an explosion, and the power went out.
Apparently a squirrel had committed suicide on a transformer in my neighborhood. There was nothing I could do. By now I was hungry, so I got dressed and went to my favorite diner and had some lovely French toast and more coffee.
I then went to the library where I farted around on the internet for about an hour. My neighbor called and said the power was back on. So I went home and farted around some more, answered some emails and watched Judge Judy.
Yes, writers have days like this. If I were working, I would have been at work. I might have gotten more done at lunchtime, but then again maybe not.
I’m working now, but just doing some maintenance on a few scenes. Altogether, I’ve probably hit around 500-600 words for today. Hopefully I’ll get more done before I knock off. I’m still feeling pretty punk, so I may just hit The X-Files and the bed a little early tonight.
Am I disappointed in myself? Yes, but sometimes that’s just the way it goes. There’s no reason to freak out about it, like someone who fell off a diet. I can make up my word count tomorrow.
See you then.