This is what having no life does

[guanin]

So I wrote 4,600 words today. I don't even feel happy about it. I'd so much rather be out having fun, but oh well. A lot of crankiness is also caused by body aching because I'm stuck in the house all day. Less writing means less aching because I'm less time in the chair, while more writing means more pain. I can't win.

I didn't even finish watching Sleepy Hollow. I need to finish this story. 3,700 words this time, total. It looks like I'm finally learning how to write short stories. Of course, it's basically smut and not anything plot related, so I'm not really sure if I've learned anything new.