This a been a bad week for writing so far. Like a nine to five job, I don't make myself write on the weekends, unless I'm on deadline or particularly inspired. So, Monday I was supposed to get up bright and early as usual and sit in front of the computer. Only there was one problem. I never got out of bed.

I'd made the mistake of going to bed really early the night before (I barely made it through the premiere of American Dad). Then for some reason, I woke up around 12:30 and then had the nerve to stay awake for the entire rest of the night. My body must have thought oh yeah, that two and a half hours should do it for you, then stubbornly refused to sleep until dawn.

I'd tried to watch some television to lull myself to sleep, but that was all she wrote. Literally, for the whole day. No writing. I slept late into the afternoon and then I had a headache from such a weird sleeping pattern. I had no energy to go to the gym and the entire day was a waste.

So, better luck Tuesday, right? Nope. I started Tuesday off with the funeral of a family friend. Then my husband decided he wasn't going to go to work that afternoon and the work day was a wash again. We spent hours at the gym because I had to make up for not going the day before and then it was dinner time. I don't know, where does the time go?

Now it's Wednesday morning and I have some catching up to do. I have critique group in two days. We took a bit of a summer hiatus, but come Friday I need to have some pages ready for their critique. Off to work.