Ever have one of those days when everything seems to go against you? I'm suffering from the blahs, and I'm not sure what to do about it. I managed to write about 800 words on the novel today, yet I'm more concerned with the short story manuscripts that have been out over two months. I must have a dozen I sent out all on the same day back in June. The law of averages says it's not likely they are all under serious consideration. The novel is a slog, I have a short story in semi-finished state since May, and my job eats all my writing time. On top of that, my bank statement doesn't balance.
Time for bed. Maybe tomorrow will be better.