The inner workings of a troubled mind.

Not my day.

Working on the next chapter in my book. I finally got over the writing funk I have been in the past month or two. I don't even remember how long it's been. So many things have gone wring today, and I couldn't wait to escape into my world.
Mood music wasn't working. I just couldn't find the perfect song, so I decided to write without it. When nothing creative happened, I reverted to editing what I have already written. Halfway through, I realize I have been editing the wrong copy. I always keep the original and copy another to work on. That way I can always go back.  Ugh! Time for bed. A fresh start tomorrow will do me good. My muse is duct taped to me so she won't run away.  Ha!