I’m grumpy. Most of the time I like being a writer, but sometimes it isn’t much fun. I’m having one of the “not fun” times at the moment. I’ve been stuck in my writing for weeks. Just can’t seem to get it right. It makes me very cranky, ask my husband, ask some of my readers who have emailed or posted wanting information about me for their homework. Just lately they’ve been getting short shrift.
I took the dog for a walk this afternoon to look at the flooded creek. That didn’t help. I went and had a cup of tea with Lili. She wasn’t very sympathetic, says she’s heard me make the same complaints with every book. So I’m giving up for today.
I’ll try again tomorrow.