I took a small break from my word goals for the past couple days to do schooly stuff with my kids (like authory visits - some fun, some YIKES - and chaperoning to a great production of Treasure Island with the Honors Lit classes). Now I'm having issues getting back into my mojo.
My muse may have died from neglect. Can that happen in two days?
Maybe she's just on holiday.
I'm going to leave her dead/vacationing and get some other stuff done. (Yeah, I'm totally stalling. I've even been on FB already this morning. I have no character at all.) Like finishing my re-read from a few days ago (I got distracted at Chapter 7 and then got a free book in the mail. It's like a drug - I can't stop, even if I don't particularly like it) and cleaning some exceptionally dirty parts of my house. You don't want to know. Really.
And grocery shopping, because even if we cannot all write, all can eat (thanks, Ms. Austen). And one more school visit. And 3 loafs (loaves?) of wheat bread. Oh, and a shower. Because, you know.