I'm leaving for college on Friday and I'm terribly behind in Freshman registration and I've done no packing. To make it worse, I can't seem to write out Ch. 2 of Bitter Water. It's driving me nuts.
I've been avoiding writing, actually. I blame my muse. She gives me an idea, and then makes it impossible to write. I hate that bitch. Hate her, hate her, hate her.
*sigh*
Well, even though I haven't written Ch. 2, I have outlined it thoroughly. If you want to know what happens in the chapter, you're welcome to read ( my rambling, barely coherent outline ).
I need to get my mind off all this plot. I need to write a lemon. A nice, mindless lemon. Well...maybe later.