Divisions and Precisions

This is turning into the

This is turning into the day where I curl up in bed and read and snooze all day. I got up this morning and did my usual morning thing, then sat down at the computer at 9, as always. Rewrote a story (only three pages long, so it's not that big a deal) and resubmitted it and another story. Then I opened up the novel and tried to get to work and... nothing. I hate days like this. It's not that I can't write, it's not that I can't think of what happens next, it's like... 'why bother?' I can't muster up the motivation to think hard enough to figure out what happens next. I really hate days like this. I end up out of sorts and grouchy.

Weird, yesterday it was cold and cloudy and I was a bundle of energy. Today it's bright and sunny (if still chilly) and all I can think about is a warm pile of blankets and brainlessness. It's like I'm ready to be finished with this novel, and I'm not ready to be finished with it. On the one hand, I'm getting tired. I want to focus on something else. But on the other hand, once I finish it, what am I going to focus on?

And somewhere in here there's supposed to be a job, but my resumes may as well be going out into outer space for all the response I'm getting. *sigh*