I admit it, last year the words just sort of flowed. I don’t know if this means that I used up all of my good ideas last year or what but as of right now I am a day behind. I don’t see myself getting caught up by the end of the day either. There is a bedroom full of laundry that needs folding.
On the bright side, folding a shit-ton of laundry has given me a little time away from my manuscript to think about what I’m doing wrong. Mostly, I don’t think I’m having fun with it. I’m writing way too seriously which is outside my comfort zone. My default tone is really more tongue in cheek and that just isn’t happening right now.
So I’ve got some ideas and I think I’ll start writing them tonight after the laundry is done. There likely won’t be too much time in the night to get my word count up but that’s what tomorrow’s commute is for.
Let’s see if adding some goofyness can help get me back in the writing mood.