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.

If he’d had French toast to look forward to, perhaps he would not have despaired.

Image:  Franz Xaver / Wikimedia Commons

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.