Bleh. I don’t even want to write here, today. I’ve got no motivation whatsoever. I want to sit on my couch, eat bonbons, and watch the Amazing Race.
I didn’t start the day this way. I started out this morning all excited and inspired, thanks to the San Francisco Awesome (they say the A is for Area, but I know better) RWA. Chatting with other writers, hearing tips and tricks to improve pacing (my own personal demon), and having a burger and a beer at a brewery… That’s a good way to start the day. I was all ready to blast home and get wild on NaNoWriMo’s butt.
NaNo had to wait. First, I needed to run into the city to finish a grant and meet with my boss. Who was a bit late. Three plus hours later, I found absolutely all of my inspiration and gung-ho-ness had leaked right out of my soggy brain.
It’s days like this that I miss working for the railroad. There’s nothing like having a purely physical job with tons of down time at home and in hotels, waiting for the phone to ring, to inspire creativity. It may not have been the career of my dreams, but it was fun, easy, with cool co-workers, and damn did it turn the fellas on to tell them I drove a train. Plus, I think I look sexy in overalls.
Sigh. Well, at least I’m doing good works. There was nothing philanthropic about hauling coal.