I’m sick. I had a Starbuck’s meeting with a friend who also writes. I’m supposed to be there in seven minutes. Guess what’s not happening. I’m going back to bed with some hot tea and my laptop. Yeah, I know they don’t sound like a good mix, but I’ve got a lovely insulated steel Starbuck’s mug. It keeps things hot if you want and cold if you want – and doesn’t spill. Mandatory for me in situations like this.
Ok, here goes. Got my page count on opening day. Yesterday? Bubkis. Today, I’m hoping to make it up.
On the bright side, because I’m feeling so crappy, I can probably write that scene where my werewolf is going through a good deal of angst before she becomes a serial killer.
See? There’s a bright spot to everything.