I’ve been sitting here all day willing myself to write, but I’ll reach the point soon where I’ll realize it’s pointless, and I should just go watch a movie instead. I did watch one already this afternoon, but no harm in watching another one, hey?

I’ve been a busy little writer over the last few weeks, so I feel I’m owed some downtime and relaxation, but work slows down and picks up at its own pace, and I have no control over it, so I’m just going along with the flow. Except, I’m not really going. I’m groaning and moaning and sitting in front of the darn monitor screen, hoping and praying for some inspiration to strike.

Soon would be nice, thank you.

In between staring at the computer screen, I found the recipe for the perfect hot chocolate (though experts of the Internet differ widely on what exactly makes the hot chocolate perfect) and discovered that one of my favorite authors is now on Twitter, and also had a meaningful discussion with a friend on how celebrities should not be allowed to write anything, because they quickly cease to be hot anymore once they’ve used the multiple exclamation marks (and they all do, you know it) and given virtual high-fives to their other celebrity friends (who also use multiple exclamation marks) and give virtual high-fives to THEIR celebrity friends. Celeb love-fests all around. Blah.

I currently have one assignment on my desk (the one I’m procrastinating on) and once that’s finished, I’m back in querying mode again. I’m very conflicted about which situation I enjoy less: the no work on my desk situation, or the too much work on my desk situation. They both arrive one after the other, every time.

Off to get some writing done. Share your woes if you’re struggling too. My misery would love some company.