Good weather for writing today. Cold, high's in the 30s. Crawfish Man couldn't get crawfish so he thrummed about the house until he finally decided to go hunting. Whew.
I expected yesterday to get 2000 words written and again today. However, I've been working on a different project for the last month and when I returned to MOL yesterday, I had to completely re-read it. I just kept hitting chapter after chapter of new material, as if someone else had written it.
It's disconcerting when you wrote the story and it's completely new to you a month later. In some cases, that's a good thing, you're pleasantly surprised. 'Wow, I don't remember writing this, but I like it'. OR you're ready to ditch the whole mess.
Anyway, I've missed two days of writing forward, but hopefully tomorrow will be different.