Last night, I put about 900 words down in the outline for my novel.

Today, I just haven’t been able to muster up the motivation to go after it any further. It’s like I’m stuck in sludge.

Worst thing about this is that I’m a compulsive writer. Not only have I put nothing of value down today, I’ll feel guilty about having not done so.

Maybe it’s good to take a mental day off. Either that, or the Internet and its various distractions are the scourge of this craft. YouTube was invented to kill literature, I swear.

I have several ideas I want to write on. Initially my plan was to work exclusively on my novel — I’ve written two before — but I keep having these short story ideas that demand purchase in my time.

Don’t let anyone ever kid you into thinking writers don’t have days where they’re not motivated. I just can’t get in gear today.

I’ll hang it up and come back to it tomorrow, I suppose.