Not a single word or a single sentence today. Unless you count blogs and emails. It's not writer's block. It's merely the knowledge that I have many things to do and I can't afford to spend my time enjoying myself at the keyboard.
Oh, and we had a very, very nice day today. Around 66 degrees and sunny. Who can work on a December day like that?
Hmm. I wonder if more novels are written in cold climates.
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