You know how you get those days when you just don’t want to do anything, but you really need to? I’m kind of there today. Been putting off laundry all week long even though I leave for Authors After Dark on Wednesday. I just can’t make myself do it.

This new story isn’t connecting with me like they normally do. Or maybe I’m just not in the writing groove anymore, since I’ve spent the last two months editing like a mad editing woman. It’s been difficult, and I’ve had to force myself into writing and sitting there. So where I’m used to doing 4-5k in a day, I’m slowly squeaking by with barely 1k.

I suppose that’s okay. I can’t be fast at everything, right?

Anyway, since this is the start of a new week, I’m making a goal to be exra productive and extra happy. I’ve been a downer the last couple of weeks, for various reasons, and I’m to the point where I’m annoying myself with how depressing I am. It needs to be fixed, because if I’m annoying myself, how bad am I being to other people? So no more funk about things I can’t change immediately. It’s time to put it aside and make the effort to be a happier individual.

And just because I feel like  it (and because I didn’t sign up for Six Sentence Sunday this week, so I can) here’s a short snippet from the opening of the currently untitled bounty hunter romance I’m working on.

Kaliska zoomed her scope in, biting her lower lip as she breathed in her nose and out of her mouth. One shot. She could kill him in one shot. Chayton of the Bear Clan wasn’t even aware of her presence. It would have been so easy.

She lowered the crossbow reluctantly. He was too far right now, but it was fairly obvious which one he was. The center of an entourage on horseback, which was another clue. The nation officials didn’t use horses anymore. They used the airships and the mech-carriages. They were supposedly safer. The rebels didn’t like the mechs. They said they damaged the world, ruined the flow of the magic.

It wasn’t her job to know either way and she didn’t care to know. All she did know was it would have been so easy to kill the bastard right there, but she couldn’t. She didn’t have a kill order from the Aiyana Confederate Council. In fact, they’d been very specific. Chayton needed to be taken alive. He was a special package. It was good though, because that meant he came with a very special price tag. One that would feed her for a year.

And now I’m going to go write some more before I have to head out to a farewell dinner tonight. Have a great Sunday, folks!