So I've been home sick from work pretty much all week.* So I sit on my couch for eight hours, watch TV, eat food, and sit some more. And have the computer open on my lap. This has been my entire week. I can't go outside (cuz I'm contagious and look like Quasimodo), and I can't invite people over for those same reasons.** So I'm either on the computer or watching TV. Or sleeping.
So yesterday I'm in my stilt of post-work boredom and I think, "I should be writing." Then I think, "I don't feel like writing. I can't write in the afternoon."
"But you don't even have brainmushitis. No excuse."
"But I don't feel like it."
"That's the attitude, Charlie. That's how you become a professional. Way to be serious about this."
"I'm sick! Give me a break!"
"You're full of crap."
"Exactly! AN IT'S COMING OUT OF MY EYE!"
...Anyway, despite the fact that I didn't feel inspired, I sat down and opened up Piscis. And lo and behold, I wrote. A lot. I made some really good progress on that story, and I was super happy about it. I managed to get word count done for TDSF (which I hand-wrote) too, so yesterday turned out to be a fairly productive day.
Moral of the story: Excuses = fail.
SO, I'm much more motivated now. Everyone cheer.
In other news, it's interesting to see the comments I'm getting on Miss Snark's First Victim--some are really nice, others are really... honest, ha. And helpful. I'm glad I entered!
*I got pink eye [first time ever] on top of the cold. Let me tell you, it has scarred me for life.
**Except for my husband, who as of today, also has pink eye.