Writing, writing … we’re not going to talk about writing

I have a brutal headache. I feel sick. And I have tiny nephew coming over that I’ll be babysitting all day — he’s due over here shortly. I’m not getting anything done. I’ve stared and stared at the manuscript — but some days there simply are no words, and attempts to force them where they are not will result in nothing more useful than making the headache worse.

I don’t have too many days like this. But I need to respect the ones I have. I’ll feel guilty all day for not having gotten my pages. But sometimes it just isn’t going to happen.

I’ll probably also be away from the computer for most of the day.