I'm not sure the clocks are right. November has crept up on me way too fast.
As far as writing, the first day went well. It got 1736 words. Then the second day... I was busy, but I could've fit in a bit of writing, BUT I was too lazy. Today, the writing's hard. I'm really down and the words flow sporadically, like my head's a jumping record player.
I have absolutely nothing to do for the rest of the evening except laundry and homework because I can't write (it's been a long 500 words and I don't want to try again). Not to sound pathetic, but I'm going to be all alone for the rest of the evening. No one's calling and I have no where to go. This sucks a lot. Now I kind of wish there was school tomorrow because then I'd have some kind of motivation to spend my evening well. I have plenty of thing to do, mind, they just wouldn't get my mind off being depressed.
Hopefully the week with turn up soon. I never had a rougher start in a writing month.
