I lost the thread. My train of thought derailed. And now, this morning, everything I'm writing is lamelamelame.
Feels like a good time to go screw around until I get a grip on this. Maybe looking at old houses in need of renovation will help. Or maybe I just need to go crochet until my brain figures this out.
On the other hand, I could just push through and write pages of total crap. I can fix crap later, but I can't fix what isn't there.
Time for some cogitation and mastication. Be back later...
ETA: I did a bit of both. I spent some time screwing around - thinking and eating (which explain the three pounds) - and then I sat down to motor through. It still felt like crap at the beginning of tonight's writing session, but before long, I got back into the groove. Thanks. =o)