The biggest hurdle some days

Is just opening the file.

Yesterday, I had the house to myself, managed to produce a massive amount of new words before lunchtime, and lolled about the rest of the day feeling smug and pleased with myself.

Of course, today being Saturday, there were cartoons and pancakes and couch-cuddling... and no new words.

Yet.  There must be words. Words like tiny lumps of coal with the occasional sparkling, distracting bit that we can polish up. I can almost hear Dopey, Grumpy, and Uncaffeinated (the three...