I forgot about my decision, a week or two ago, to write one hour a day except on Tuesdays. Today I remembered and realized I'd pretty much been keeping to that schedule anyway. Until today. Today is Thursday. I'm off work and have no get-up-and-go. I don't even want to be sitting up. I just want to loll around on the bed and stare at the TV, even though nothing's on that's worth watching.
So I need to whip up my enthusiasm and write. I'm still working steadily on Adventures in Zoology, and Terry has just discovered that someone she thought was on her side may be a traitor! End Act I, cue Act II, which will contain lots of swordfights and derring-do. If I can stop yawning and get some words down on paper. Or screen, whatever.