Overcommitted Is A Word

Yesterday was weird. I got home, and the next thing I knew it was time to go back to work. I did literallynothingyesterday. No writing. No creating. No editing. No painting. No eating.

I don’t think I’m sick. But I did miss my word count goal as a result, which has set me back about two days. I can make it up this weekend, but it’s problematic, since I’m going to miss about a week’s worth of writing when I go to Mysticon. Yes, I’m grumbling. Grr.

Picked up some small book display easels today o...