The Bad: I’ve written 151 words this week. This is not the best start to NaNoWriMo.
The Better: I’m going to a write-in tonight, where I will (hopefully) happily spin out thousands of carefree words.
The Best: The only real condolence for this sad state of writing affairs is that the house and office actually look like sane people live here, rather than a pair of somewhat demented 5-year-olds. Also, there is Real Food in the fridge for the first time in at least a month. Woohoo! With any luck, this return to normalcy in living arrangements will trigger a return of writing inspiration.
What? Why are you laughing?