Here I am writing, sitting at the dining room table typing away madly and patiently listening to my characters. All of a sudden, I start to shiver; the heating unit was off again somehow. I shiver so violently that it’s impossible to type, much less think.
Now, you know how when you eat ice cream too quickly you’ll get a brain freeze? Well, it’s the same principle: It was so cold outside (and inside!) that it froze my brain resulting in a lack of produceable material.
Well, how else would you explain the lack of word count tonight? Of course other than the Guitar Hero, Netflix, Jodi Picoult, and the notorious Internet. But those don’t count. It was definitely the cold and lack of a comfy arm chair to sit and relax in that had me fall behind.
Happy writing! :)
And I can only hope that it’s not bitter cold where you are or you have a comfy chair and warm blanket within reach.
