Yesterday the time just got away from me. I began my day after a fitful night of sleep. Between my stuffy sinuses and the cold medicine that left me feeling wired I tossed and turned most of the night. After rising I spent much of the day alternating between layering paper mache on a new prop for an upcoming show and doing laundry. Then a hustle to get into costume for a performance that evening (which went very well) and then home late feeling happily exhausted. Writing was rather far from my mind.
I'm not being too hard on myself about it; even though I didn't find the time to write yesterday I did spend much of the day creating in one way or another which I feel rather good about.