There's disappointment written all over my face.
It just reads 'tnemtnioppasid' in the mirror.
Word-rate down[1] lo the past couple of days, which I'd not been jabbering about for reasons of expectation management. On the other hand, it was tricky relationship stuff. It's relatively easy writing the rivets as they fly past in steam-technicolour. People? Somewhat less easy to blag.
Damn.
The other thing, which was what I really meant to write about but forgot, and is symptomatic of the actual problem, is that while my brain's fizzing away, only about a third of that makes it to the page. I look back at the previous page and think 'Crikey. What happened to the rest?' I think that's been a problem since, oh, primary school.
[1] But still very much better than, oh, all of last year.
Word-rate down[1] lo the past couple of days, which I'd not been jabbering about for reasons of expectation management. On the other hand, it was tricky relationship stuff. It's relatively easy writing the rivets as they fly past in steam-technicolour. People? Somewhat less easy to blag.
Damn.
The other thing, which was what I really meant to write about but forgot, and is symptomatic of the actual problem, is that while my brain's fizzing away, only about a third of that makes it to the page. I look back at the previous page and think 'Crikey. What happened to the rest?' I think that's been a problem since, oh, primary school.
[1] But still very much better than, oh, all of last year.