I could probably come up with something completely pithy to say about today, except that I really can’t find the motivation. I have one more day before I am off from work for over a week and I am starting to panic ever so slightly about the possibility that I might not be able to finish everything that I need to get done. I keep eying my total word count and feeling a bit overwhelmed by how much is still to be written, even though I know I should be glad that I’ve even gotten as far as I am, considering how long I’ve been out of practice. I am at least glad that we spent some time this past weekend stocking the freezer with meals, because this week has been kind of insane, and tonight is the only night this week when I had absolutely nothing planned. Although that wouldn’t have mattered because even if I’d cooked something, Richard had a writers group to go to, so there still wouldn’t have been enough time.

I did do a little bit of writing though, at home by myself while he was out. It’s still so hard to work when I am at home, and it is so frustrating that everything and anything can distract me from something that I know needs to be done, and that I *want* to do.

Nanowrimo update: 26,096 Hey, look at that, I’m only 2 days behind (gah).