Well, I have to say that I'm very disappointed in myself. I didn't do very well writing yesterday, getting just over a thousand words down before the day was over. While I can claim a defence that the phone technician was in all day yesterday making noise and moving around and forcing my chair into weird angles so he can put in a data port or whatever the hell he was doing yesterday.
It's not his fault, honestly. He was supposed to be there, doing those things. If those things don't get done, none of the technology will work when we finally move the office around and have the landlords begin construction to physically downsize the place.
It's not his fault that I found myself too distracted and thus completely unable to write until the end of the day, at which point it was too late. Still...
My brain today feels fuzzy and wrong. I was intending to go for a run this evening after work, but I might opt for an early night instead. I feel like I need more sleep. Sleep is important.
If I'm very, very lucky, I might find myself in a writing blitz today and make up the extra two thousand words, plus write the three thousand I need to meet today's target. It's not likely to happen, no matter how many cups of coffee I drink.
Still, I am determined to make my goal today at least. Maybe if I feel up for it, I'll try and write more this evening. The emphasis here is on the word "try." So, in that spirit...