Okay, so, I lied to you. I don't have any fiction writing to post for you today. It's not because I didn't get any done, it's just because I didn't feel it was quite ready for posting. It hasn't reached an organic break-off point, and I'm not going to force it to one right now.
Okay, that's a lie too.
I haven't written anything yet.
I know, I know. Yesterday I sounded so friggin' determined! What happened!? I'll tell you:
Shortly after writing that post, Mark got done with class, came into the Starbucks, and wanted to go home. Once we got there, I found out he had plans to Skype with his family. Mine is the only computer with a webcam. So...yeah.
Blaming it all on Mark isn't entirely viable, though. I could totally have written on his compy (but I'm too picky for that), written by hand (which I do, sadly, very little of these days), or just waited until he was finished skyping and then actually completed the goal I set myself (meh. No excuse.)
The fact is, I dropped the ball. I was planning on covering for it today and getting something written before I blogged, but...
Today was a really bad day.
I could whine about my job A LOT, but I don't think I'm going to. Not right now. Right now, all I want to do is recover from the 3-hour nap I just took, find some dinner, and maybe try to de-fuzz my head enough to actually do some writing and look less like a jackass for PROMISING writing, then doing absolutely nothing.
So...yeah. That's the plan.
Maybe I will have something tomorrow.
This time no promises.