I feel like poop. I’m sick, my son is sick, my wife is sick and to top it all off I had two fillings at the dentist today.

A couple hours ago, writing 1,000 words was sounding as much fun as passing a stone the size of a bowling ball.

But I powered through it. Don’t think for a second that I had any fun. I was squinting at the screen so hard I’m pretty sure I made a bush spontaneously combust somewhere.

The 1,000 words I wrote were probably mostly crap. More than likely, it’ll need heavy rewriting. As I’m writing this, I’m turning on the car and snaking a hose through a rolled up window to the exhaust pipe.

But I got it out. I got it down. I’ll feel better about it tomorrow when I sit down to write 1,000 more words and I realize I’m further along in the story than if I had wimped out and not done my duty today.

I’d like to think Stephen King has off days too. But he got railroaded by a car and is still churning out bestsellers. No breaks for the rest of us mortals I guess. Jerk.

Posted by Classic Jef on Tuesday, March 27th, 2007 at 11:05 pm.