I woke up this morning with a brain-exploding migraine. Not the best way to start the day, and not being able to function was something of an anti-climax after a reasonably productive weekend as far as writing was concerned.
After a spending most of Saturday and Sunday tidying up loose ends on some half-finished drafts, and working on my latest study assignment, I went to bed last night with the intention of being more disciplined this week, and writing at least 500 words a day for my novel, in addition to blog posts, short stories and continuing to help my friend edit her book. (Oh, and fit in a full-time job there somewhere!). But spending the day in bed, doped to the eye-balls and clinging to the ice-pack on my forehead as if it was a life-preserver has thrown my intentions out the window.
So, no 500 words today (well, not yet anyway, and since it is almost midnight I can’t really see it happening). However, there is always tomorrow….