Day two of waking when I want instead of when the alarm tells me I’m out of time. I had some crazy dreams this morning, though. I don’t remember them particularly well, thankfully. (Yep. What I do remember is creepy enough that I don’t want to remember more.)
Writing was frustrating last night. I feel stuck, or lost, or out of ideas, or unable to write myself out of this corner. I am confident that it’s a result of my short writing sessions. When I’m only able/take the time to write 300 words or so, it’s impossible to get any momentum. So this is a problem of my own making and would, quite likely, be remedied by turning off the damn television when everyone goes to bed.
303 fiction words, 721 total words
Better than yesterday, but I’m still not happy. Will try again today.