25765 / 50000 words. 52% done!
I swear, I actually do less writing when I have a day off. Here's how my day went:
6 a.m. - Wake up, kiss wife goodbye. Go straight back to bed to overcome sleep deprivation torment.
12 p.m. - Wake up again, shut off perfectly reasonable alarm that is just trying to do its job.
2 p.m. - Wake up refreshed and cursing myself for sleeping in. Check e-mail, shower.
2:30 p.m. - Lunch at Burger King while rereading The First Heretic. Notepad and pen sit in my pocket, unused.
3:00 p.m. - Hit the local Jiffy Lube to get my car tuned up for an impending two hour road trip. $200 flutters out of my pocket as if it was never there.
4:00 p.m. - Arrival home. Let the dog outside and toss the frisbee around.
4:30 p.m. - Chat with the wife about dinner over Gmail and catch up on Twitter, Facebook etc. Halfhearted attempts at writing produce a few sentences.
5:15 p.m. - Settle on the newly reopened California Pizza Kitchen. I decide to try out Assassin's Creed's new multiplayer mode.
6:15 p.m. - I snap out of Assassin's Creed two achievements later and order dinner.
7:00 p.m. - I return with dinner to find a stranger in my wife's parking space. I fail to find the miscreant before she arrives home, but I do track him down before she can tape a passive-agressive note to his door.
8:00 p.m. - More halfhearted sentences emerge while we catch up on Thursday night sitcoms and try to figure out why the dog is trying to eat her own back.
11:00 p.m. - Dammit, it's time for bed.
12:00 a.m. - Wife falls asleep. I put the dog to bed and sit down at my computer to post my daily word count. I ask myself where the time went.
12:20 a.m. - I wish I hadn't asked.
Now it's onward to post-midnight typing, to try and defray tomorrow's festivities, which include a birthday gathering and the new Harry Potter movie. Meanwhile my word count will be sitting in a corner and whining, and my muse will be applying for a job with James Frey. C'est la vie.