a day off

I feel like I should have a day off from work, from life, from this. A day off from work would be nice and will in fact be happening on Tuesday. A day of from life, well that would be nice, but I can't say no and everyone always wants something. A day off from this then. If this was a hand written journal or log I could cheat. I could double up tomorrow and pretend I wrote today but unfortunately there is in fact a date and time stamp when I publish and I'm not technologically savvy enough to know my way around it. So here I am writing.

The problem with a day off from this blog is that it sort of goes against the idea of this blog. The over arcing idea is that I write. Whether I have something to say or not, I write. I don't have to impress anyone I just write. I don't have to be witty, or pretty or gay, I just have to write. So I write. With my Sleepy-time tea and chocolate chip cookie I write.

I'm writing a book. Not a great american novel, just a silly historical novel, ie smut. Historically accurate smut with classic literature references and Greek mythology motifs, but smut none the less. I'm stuck. Not so much stuck, as unmotivated. I'm at 37, 216 words which is about seven chapters, as I have broken them up. I've been over this story so many times worked and reworked the plot in my mind that I know exactly what will happen next I just have to sit down and write it but between 40+ hours a week of work and everything else in my life its hard to find the drive to sit down and write a story that in my mind has finished and started onto a squeal. So I'm going to end this and force myself to write for the next two hours before I have to go to bed since I invariably work tomorrow.