Grumpy writer here. Been working at my day job way too much, filling in for fellow, sidelined employees.
I've been blaming the weather (huge winds making my sailing gig a daily death defying act), my family (you know - those people who need to be fed periodically), the people who keep rejecting my work, and on and on.
Well - just had an epiphany:
"We have met the enemy and they is us." — Pogo
Yep, that's right. I have no one to blame but myself. I'm not writing every day as I should. My little chicks in progress are getting a weekly swipe of work. Not enough.
Back to the coal mines, 1,000 words a day, Baby.