Why did I decide to take a quick nap last night before starting any writing? Tell me why, someone? Anyone? My 'quick nap' turned into about ten hours sleep (which I didn't *really* need) and absolutely no writing got done at all. So I have, by my reckoning, about two thousand words to go on my OFWI2 fic - although it is showing signs of being longer, dammit - and then around 2,500 words to catch up to target on NaNo.
And work has decided that this is going to be one of the weeks where I actually have things (albeit boring things) to do that do actually take the time my boss thinks they do.
My preponsity for procrastination and prevarication has absolutely no impact on this at all. No really. (Hee - illiteration, well, kinda.) And the fact that I'm writing this instead of OFWI2 is in no way related...
*goes off to open up "OFWI2-2.doc"....*
ETA ooops... the milk I brought in is out of date by one day and someone was about to bin it. It's been in my fridge since the weekend and seems okay... I stopped her. I'll use it even if no one else does... *g*
second edit I fail at ficathons. *files another draft under 'B' for bin and tries to start again*