Yah, it must've been that kind of week for a lot of people.
I had one day of mediocre writing.
And I only got 334 words down.
It was a week of being sad about my submission to Samhain being rejected, trying to figure out "now what do I do with it?" (it's a sequel to one of my Samhain books), editing it to make it a stand alone (which thankfully wasn't that difficult. It only meant tweaking a few scenes) and hoping that whoever I send it to next will like it better than Samhain.
So, while my new writing was pretty pathetic, at least I got a weency bit of editing down while I wallowed in self pity.
No, kidding, I only allow myself a few hours of wallowing. Then I get back to work.
Anyway, I was digging a garden yesterday and this morning my arms won't move so I'm typing with my nose. Today more of the same. Depending on how I feel when we're done digging I may just have my mom bury me in the newly dug dirt. Sounds pleasant and soft.
If not, I'll be back in action tomorrow. Or tonight. But for now I have to get my manuscript off to someone else. Could be the start of a beautiful new relationship.