Over the weekend, I took a painting done by a friend of mine to get a frame made for it. The guy who took my order for the frame was one of the pushiest salesmen I’ve ever encountered. I felt less pressured when I bought my car.
It was a rough weekend for the novel writing. I only managed about a thousand words, and those didn’t happen until Sunday night. Feel like I was finding my groove then, though, so maybe tomorrow will go okay and I’ll get back on track.