Apparently my tolerance for humiliation knows no bounds! I didn’t write a single page this week.
I know, I know. That’s just awful. But it was one helluva work week and when I got home all I felt like doing was downing a stiff drink and shaking my fist at the universe for giving me such difficult authors. (If you’re one of my authors and for some reason you’re reading this blog, definitely not talking about you! Nope, you’re my favorite author, in fact. You can even quote me on that–make it a blurb on the cover! Are we friends again now? Good.)
Back on the wagon next week. You guys have every right not to trust me on this one…but, for realz. Writing will be happening. Every week day after my after work run, I’ve decided. Maybe the endorphins will kick in and produce something truly inspired. I don’t know, but here’s hoping.