Last night I sat at my computer for three hours and wrote four pages of crap. This wasn't just a bad writing day, it's been going on all week. Usually, when I have a bad writing spurt, I'll find something in the pile of garbage that I can use. This time, nothing, zip, nada.
Well I thought about it at work today, and I finally found the culprit. Christmas. At the risk of sounding like the grinch, I have to say Christmas has scrooged up my writing. There's just too much to do. I'm making dinner, working, entertaining family from out of town, and haven't even done half the shopping I need to get done. Hubby refuses to tell me what he wants,so I'm still guessing there. Even now, my cell phone is ringing off the hook. Family members wondering what's keeping me. I envy anyone that can write a good holiday story.
Maybe when Christmas day is here, I'll get out of my funk. When all the work is done and I can just sit back and enjoy the day and being with the people I love most. Maybe then, I can get my characters to cooperate.