Speaking of which, I was up at 7 a.m. this morning and did 1,318 words on the story.
And then I worked on the Secret Project and got myself tangled up in a tangent that devoured the time I was going to spend working on Winifred.
So, much better than yesterday, but not great. And there's the mood-millstone-albatross around my neck.
At least I went Outside again for a little while, late in the day.
Should'a Known Better,