I seem to be having a string of "one of those days", days where for hours on end, it's just really hard to focus and none of my usual tricks work. The patchouli incense I usually burn when I'm working made my eyes burn (okay, so maybe I burned too much), the music I usually play isn't getting me through the scene I'm re-writing (for the umteen-millionth time) any faster. Running into my room and closing the door hasn't helped (I swear, I *just* get into a rhythm and *somebody* needs me--and it's not even trivial stuff, so I can't really complain.)
I'm at about 25,000 words in the sequel to Heart's Home. It's going mostly well, but there has been some concern expressed by the writers' group I belong to that maybe the boys aren't quite manly enough--another beta reader said something seemed to be missing, too, but she couldn't put a finger on it. I'm going back over the first 25,000 words and trying to fix the issue before going any further... which may or may not be a tactical error.
I'm also trying to take the advice of other writers and just go and work on something else for a while.
But it's been one of those days.
I also have a ton of work to catch up on, for the ghost book, including some follow up phone calls. And I should probably go and visit a couple of local sites. Maybe that would get me out of my funk (or at least out of my house--but really, I didn't feel like going to the robot boxing movie with my husband today, which is why I stayed in.)
And I need to call back on at least one resume that I sent out last week, because I would *really* like a job close to home.
All of which brings me to this pointless blog-ramble ;-) But I guess I have a plan: tomorrow, I'm going to do phone calls and work on the ghost book, and maybe start thinking about NaNoWriMo. I also need to read the submissions for this week's critique session. And I suppose if I want to submit something for next time, I should have half a clue what that's going to be. Maybe I'll worry about that on Wednesday.