Writing Accountability Post #4
So I slept in. A lot. Usually I'm up at 3:30 AM, at the gym by 4:00 AM -- but that's when I'm working, since it's more like up at 4:30 AM, gym by 5:00 AM now that I'm on vacation. Sometime last night, my unconscious mind handed the reins in to the lazy slob of a gremlin who runs things in the back office, and unilaterally decided, "Let's skip the gym."
The other gremlins, who are either (a) overworked and take every spare minute to nap, or (b) an angry asshole permanently imprisoned in the dungeons, were quick to agree, to the tune of (a) "Yeah, sure, *snore*" and (b) "Grrgrrrrurghhhh", and the next thing I know it's 8:56 AM, and, fuck.
Since the Spouse also has vacation days on the Thursdays and Fridays until the end of the month, he was home, which means that I somehow ended up watching a movie on Netflix and knitting 6 inches of double-thickness Ravenclaw scarf instead of writing. He had to go for an appointment after that, so I had a free hour after that, in which I wrote.... then went to find another book to read.
About two hours ago I decided that whoever bought me this book needs to be punished, and harshly, because while it's normally one of the genres I'd read, and very well written, and by one of those big-name authors who are always on my list, it's also... a thick.... dull book that starts without context, has a lot of confusing twists, and, seemingly, no main character(s) to follow.
Anyway, that was most of my day wasted, another book for the "Giveaway" pile, and another 1,000 words for the day, half of which I might end up deleting, because I'm trying to decide if that's the right direction to go in, or if I can wriggle my way out of the corner I've painted myself in.
Christ. I'd forgotten that maintaining motivation to keep writing is hard.