I sat down tonight with the express intention of writing something, I didn't care what - just something.
Did I do it?
Nope.
Well I opened up the fic I owe
ladytalon1 and wrote a couple of lines, but nothing much else. *pouts*
This is occuring too often for me. I have ideas and even the chapter mapped out in my head, but it isn't translating. I'm going to pout my way off to bed and hope I'm more successful tomorrow...
In other, better news; the little guy and I attended a swim-a-thon to raise money for the surf club this afternoon and acquitted ourselves very well.