Whatever your “it” is. My “it” is an office. New, under decorated, but nice. I’ll march back in today, be grateful for everything I’ve learned there, and surely double down on my determination to write my way out of there.
Yesterday I got 147 fiction words at the tail end of the day. It was just so relaxing to hang out with the family, get an early morning nap, watch movies with my gender-equivalent 1/8 in the house (we are now outnumbered for the first time ever), etc. I washed dishes and she vacuumed while the human males played in the snow, so we all worked toward the house a bit.
My total for the day was 440. Fiction average clocks in at 469. Down from yesterday by 4, and I have got to get that average up. It’s March, for goodness sake! And almost halfway through it. I can/will do better.