DRAGGING THEM OUT SCREAMING
Another horrible day at the depression salt mines. Not as bad as the last two, but I still ended up by mid-afternoon feeling very low and grinchy, and frustrated at my utter inability to get a single word onto paper. The Luscious One managed to get me to sit down and work on my piece for Consensual a Trois, and I dragged 500 words out of myself. LL got her entire 2200 word story onto the page in the same time, mind, but at least it feels like I’m coming out the other side of the trough.
Bought a bunch of flowers and a candle to say thanks. Not much, I know, but she liked it.