That feeling when you knew where things were going…

I knew where this stupid story was supposed to go, and then I lost it. I’m going to try some freewriting this morning to pick up my spot, see if I can’t sketch out a plan again. I had a good one. It involved Admiral Fluffybutt. I’m going to sort it out again, I swear.

I chose watching a movie recommended by a friend over writing last night, so I only managed 81 words (265 total), which drug my daily fiction average back down to 484.

I choose to do better today, although I do have a full day planned with errands and photocopying and sorting and cleaning. I can get it all squeezed in if I stay focused on the things I want to be doing and let the things I don’t have on my list wait for breaks.

Fingers crossed.