After seven hours on the road, I managed to throw a grand total of thirty words at the screen yesterday.
At this current pace, my two in-progress novels will arrive in digital bookstores in approximately 2062, just in time for some posthumous laughs at my ill-attended wake.
On a brighter note, my mind is no longer sludge. There is movement in the synapses. Sparks have occurred. I will take this as a positive and beam appropriately.
Perhaps Tuesday I’ll even manage something meaningful to say?