If I thought last week was bad, this week is abysmal. At least I’ve been writing every day, but haven’t cracked 1,000 words any day so far; I’m lucky if I’ve broken a hundred some days.
The reason: work, which is an increasingly frustrating and thankless job (someday perhaps I’ll share some more about why that is), and the corresponding despair.
To despair is human. Believe that if you believe nothing else.
The solution? Oh, I’d say about 2,000 words or so of noveldrivel. That small victory will perk a person up.