Motivation: Found. Time: Still MIA.

So, I got up off my butt since my last post and actually did something.  I finished reading Pride and Prejudice, I started reading Emma, I caught up on email, I straightened out bank business, I bought appropriate shoes for the wedding I'm in on the 30th, and I thoroughly ransacked my room in stress and carelessness (I didn't say it was all good stuff).

I haven't written anything substantial for my current WIP, Outrageous Fortune, though I got started patching up a few plot holes that would've seriously put a snag in my progress for NaNoWriMo.  I'm due to submit for my writing tutorial next week, right after the start of Nano (grrrr), so sometime this week I do to need to write something.  This year is going to be tough, because I can't even write myself out of a rut by letting my characters get lucky like I did in 2007.  (That plot jump was epic, if embarassing.)  My main character is a pregnant widow, and the story is told 1st person from her point of view, so not much sex involved in the here and now.  Although, she does have flashbacks...

NO.  Stop it.  Bad writer.  You will not resort to sex just because it's convenient.

Anyway.  New subject. 

In other creative and crafty happenings, I made myself a comfort pack like the one on my Etsy, because it was just too darn cute and sitting hunched over a notebook trying to fix my plot had given me a serious crick in the neck. 

Who doesn't love Eskimos?  I did a big no-no, though, and fell asleep with it while it was still hot.  No burns, but I woke up at about 3am wondering what in the heck that lump was behind my head.  Kind of like when the cat sleeps with me or I cuddle Ted the Plot Penguin before I drift off.

Anyway, I am off to read more of Emma before my date with the bed.