A score to settle
It’s a bad day.
Nothing I start seems to work out, a bit like painting yourself into a corner.
Words are beginning to annoy me, so much so, every file I’ve started today, so far, I’ve deleted.
It’s not a matter of getting words on paper, no matter how bad they are. If I added up all the words I’ve written so far, and discarded, it would have to be close to 10,000.
Time to step away from the laptop. My head is hurting, and I’m tired, more so than usual. I think the combination of late nights and not being able to work out where this story is going, is giving me a great deal of grief.
Is this where real writers head for the drinks cabinet and make a severe dent in the single malt?
Maybe I need to go out to a restaurant and have a fancy meal.
Or go to the pizza shop and get a meat lover’s special, and a cheap bottle of merlot.
It’s the second-worst number of words for a day in the past month.
Maybe after a rest, it’ll be different.
Today’s word count: 1,439 words, for the running total of 46,873.