And once more I have delved into the weird mental state where reading is harder than writing. I stood in front of my 100+ book To Be Read shelves and stared for a while, and then I went back to Little and wrote another 1500 words because it was easier, much, *much* easier, than trying to commit myself psychologically to the reading process.
When I needed a break I got up and wandered around and stared at the books some more and thought something to the effect of, shit, am I going to have to write *more*? But I have written nearly 3800 words today, and just under 10K this week, and I had earned my two hours of Highlander, so I watched the first two episodes of season 2 instead of writing any more. The second episode is Studies in Light, which is probably my favorite Highlander episode that doesn’t have Methos in it. So that was good.
But now it’s 3pm, there’s nobody home but me, there’s nothing else to do, and I can’t stand the idea of trying to start reading a book. If Sarah doesn’t wake up online soon, I might have to write more. o.O
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