…it’s something else.
I had a breakthrough about how to structure the current chapter and was really looking forward to starting over with it today. Except that promptly after writing out my thoughts and outline last night my wrist started hurting. It’s been in a brace since yesterday evening. My plan of writing 700+ words today has just gone out the window. I’ve done everything else I wanted to do today. Today hasn’t been a complete loss, work-wise.
So I guess I’ll go steal Six Medieval Romances from Rebecca’s desk and read Sir Isumbras.