via Morgue....rules for writing.
I am a zombie today. Woke up too many times in the night, had nightmares about filming the same scene over and over and over and woke up with my jaw clenched and my shoulder moved up into my ear.
Wrote a little on the train today, just a couple of paragraphs from the middle of my novel. It doesn't make much sense on its own, but I suspect it is useful to continue writing regardless.
I banged my hand into a desk corner and the spot on my hand rose up and turned red. It's very tender. I may have fish and chips for lunch.
PoF: dark
CO: no time