La Vie Boheme

Grar.

Shoulder still hurts. Getting tired. I've had three mornings in a row where all I've managed is about 500 words, and I keep telling myself to quit stressing about it. It'll get easier again. I just need to keep laying down one word after another and I'll get my second (or third or fourth at this point) wind. If I stop now, it'll be that much harder to start up again.

It just irritates me because I'm at what should be a really exciting part of the book, and I can't focus nearly as well as I'd like.