It was a tough writing day.  I'm tired from lack of sleep and early morning meetings.  I can't shift into the writing mind.  That's so rare for me.  

I want to walk away today. 

Do I let myself?  

No.  

I told myself, just do one hundred words.  Tough it out, just one hundred words.  

Days like this, when it doesn't come easily, is when I live for word counts.  Drinking down half of my coffee, I counted, watching the count pass one hundred, pushing myself to keep going, finally stopping, finally, when I was at one thousand.

My eyes feel like dry, hot rocks.  

The sun is gone.  A rain cloud's bloated gray belly hangs over the mountains.  Time to stop writing like crazy.

Time to walk home.