I'm so grateful that the last few days have been filled with writing. Writer's block sucks. Plain and simple. I tried, a couple of times, to force the words, but you just can't do that. If you force the words, then the words read forced and it can throw off the whole tone of the story. That's how I was feeling anyway, so I took some time off and got a few things done.
My house is spotless, well except for the attic, and decorated for fall now. It'll stay that way until the Saturday after Thanksgiving and then I'll pack it up and dig out the Christmas decorations from the attic. That, however, is a couple of months away, so I might try to organize my attic space tomorrow so everything is easier to find. [Private to Cotton Weary]
How's the book coming along?