Last day of the month.
Mixed results really. First half, then same old same old. Boring as ever.
And then my tooth started to twinge.....
Now I had always considered myself a stoic type. Writing no matter what and invariably in the cracks as some wise old sage on here once remarked. Rain and Shine (literally-I work a lot out of doors, and into the early hours and even bought a pair of gloves with funny bumps on the fingers so that I could tap away on a screen without losing a digit to frost bite). But this tooth ache, which turned out to be an infected nerve, knocked me on my arse. Wiped out even the smallest hint of a creative desire. Not so much writers block as writers complete inability to even sign my own name, let alone spew out 500 words of the most inane and inept first draft dross you can image.
Ended up having the tooth yanked out yesterday and managed to face up to writing again this morning, on the back of a diet of pain killers and general all round relief that it was over.
I am officially a big girls blouse.