Some days I just expect to be full of words.
The muse seems to be lacking the last couple of days. This happens regularly, and yet I get so bummed out whenever it does.
I might be unknowingly exhausting my writing capacity by thinking every minute about writing next month. Really. It has been on my mind all the time. This isn’t good. I hope to not think about it for another month. I’m not even going to write down an outline. I am going to write, thus ensuring even more that my novel, or whatever it will be, will be awesomely bad.
I start at the Bucks on Monday. One good thing: I got my old rate back.
Kate and I are going to
I am looking forward to having a tighter leash on my free time. I think my productivity will increase.
On my profile at nanowrimo I listed Iron and Wine as my favorite music to listen to while writing.
I just created a flickr page. Here is the address: http://www.flickr.com/photos/shosblog/