So many thoughts bouncing around my twisted little brain right now.
Trying not to feel guilty about a week where no writing happened. We had no power for a few days, and the days we did have power, I worked crazy hours at ye olde day job, had to do crappy things like clean out a fridge/freezer full of not-good-anymore gluten-free food (boo!), etc. I actually felt calmer and more centered during the storm and the days we didn't have power; now I'm all like "FUUUUUUUCK, I need to write, and I'm such a bad person for not writing!!!!"
To be fair, I did do some backing up of my Emerson writing (always a good idea), a bunch of reading/research that will absolutely help make the story even better, and, of course, I'm writing here. I listened to more Muse when I could and am starting to hear "Survival" at a certain point in the book. I've felt inspired, although not always in good ways or by good things.
All of that is progress. But none of it directly contributes to a larger word count. Which makes me feel like it's simply not enough progress (but really, no matter how much I do, when will it ever be enough?).
I want to write a chapter before bed tonight. But it's already after 4 AM. My sleep was fucked up, which is why I'm up. Somehow I feel both too manic and too sleepy to write. But I'm going to give it my best shot anyway.