It is so weird because it NEVER happens. Yesterday I bolted during timed writing because I just am so stressed about this book. It was kinda rainy so I took my next scene of Ghost of a Doubt to the couch to read over it. I did that, made a collage for Breaking Daylight, watched some Night Stalker episodes (Sci Fi had a marathon on Wednesday and I Tivoed) and after lunch took my nap.

By the time I got up, I was incredibly restless, and I couldn’t settle down to do anything. I didn’t want to watch TV, read, write – WEIRD for me.

For the first time in recent memory, I was bored. I sat out back for awhile and vegged. After dinner, I sat out front while the next batch of storms rolled in and vegged. Once it started raining, I came in and messed on blockbuster.com, rating movies, while the guys listened to Neil Young, then The Beatles. Then I opened windows in the back room and sat in my big chair and vegged. (At least I have lots of places to vegg.)

Just before I went to bed, though, I thought of all the things I COULD have done so the day wouldn’t have been a waste.

I could have typed my revisions in on Ghost of a Doubt.

I could have typed in more of Ghost of a Doubt (I wrote it longhand, remember?)

I could have gone for a walk.

I could have touched up my toenail polish and my gray roots.

I could have read over Breaking Daylight and my notes on it, looking for ideas of how to fix this mess.

Instead, I wasted the day and still don’t have a fix. Sigh.

But I got a partial requested by Pamela Ahearn and I got good comments back on my Four Seasons entry (but scores of 82, 83 and 84???) But good comments.q

Market quiz answers

1. B
2. C
3. A
4. A
5. C
6. C
7. B
8. C
9. A
10. B
11. C
12. A
13. C
14. Grand Central Publishing
15. C
16. A
17. C
18. C
19. B
20. B