I was in a bad mood.
I didn’t get enough sleep the night before (turns out, the tea I drank after dinner wasn’t herbal; it had caffeine). It took me hours to fall asleep.
I woke up at 6:15 a.m. after not enough Z’s, drug my arse up to work on my novel a while. I wrote 1,000 ugly, awful words.
That session should’ve satisfied me for the day, but it didn’t. I did something that changed my attitude and helped my writing… [Read more…] about What to Do When You’re Dying to Write, but Life Won’t Let You