Why is it that some days are just awful for writing even though you feel great, and others are fantastic even though you feel like shit, I don’t know. Take today. I slept a lot, seemed to be well rested, felt great, and yet as soon as I started writing, mild nausea reared its ugly head and then continued bugging me the whole time. So I put down only 1K words. Yuck.
I’ll go kneel to the porcelain god, see what he says.