Except for a few hundred words I squeaked out this morning, I have done absolutely no writing today. I suspect I probably ought to feel horribly guilty about that, seeing as how this upcoming Sunday marks the halfway point, and I still have about 7,000 words to crank out if I want to remain on track, but…eh. Some days it’s just not going to happen.

I have been trying to get to the library all this week, but every time I’ve gone so far, I’ve always managed to show up before they are open, or when they are closed. So this afternoon I made sure to double-check the branch hours, and finally picked up the stack of a dozen books that have been waiting for me for over a week now. I suspect getting a giant stack of mindless fluff books is probably not exactly conducive to cranking out a whole lot of novel in the next few weeks, but…eh.

I came home from work with a sinus headache, which has been lurking balefully behind my eyes all day, so I was feeling tired and a little cranky. So instead of going to my regular knitting group, I instead elected to stay home and read a few of the aforementioned brainless fluff books, and once the latest round of ibuprofin finally kicked in, I decided it was about time I tackled the mountain of apples that has been sitting in our kitchen for the past two weeks. So now there is a crockpot stuffed as full as I could get it with peeled, cored, and chopped apples, and at some point tomorrow, with a little sugar and spice and some assistance from my immersion blender, they will all magically turn into apple butter.

Nanowrimo update: 17,604 words. You’d think that finally figuring out the right direction for the story would have spurred the creativity, but..ha..you would obviously be wrong.