Once this chapter is finished, the first draft will be done. My “day job,” which often ends up happening at night, the only time there’s any peace and quiet around here, demanded much of my time.
Now I’m nursing a sore throat and headache with coffee and soy milk, trying to ignore some housecleaning that’s calling me. When I feel like this, or like anything, I try to mentally “write” how I feel, what I’m doing, what I feel, and so on, and add it to my “writer’s toolbox.” I have one word: BLAH
Come hell or hight water, this chapter will be finished tomorrow night, at the latest.