Slept in. Ate. Avoided doing anything useful. Fiddled with fitting together some woodwork I’m playing with. Finally sat down to write, failed, waited, still didn’t write anything, logged onto the Word War and, with others doing just exactly the same thing, wrote passably for a half hour.
I think that I’ve left myself a place to pick up again.
Crossposted from Epinephrine & Sophistry