I didn’t write anything yesterday. I critiqued something. It was a start. My novella was supposed to be done a week ago. It’s about halfway there. I’m sitting here whimpering and whining (silently, except that my keyboard is noisy) and thinking “but I don’t feel like it.”

And I’ve decided…too bad. I have coffee, I have numbers running in the background. I’m going to suck it up and force myself to write this morning. I don’t usually do that, but since I didn’t even feel like blogging and I’ve managed to make that work, I’m going to do it for the writing, too.

At least for the next hour or two (or fifteen minutes if the coffee is too hot), I will shove aside self-pity and actually get things done. I’ve decided ^_^