So I had this brilliant notion of a writing schedule. I proclaim I’m going to do it. Cue the next three days: Sitting around watching movies instead of writing. For one I just couldn’t bring myself to write. It’s a horrible, all encompassing feeling where I sit down, open Scrivener and nothing comes to mind. Nothing leaves my fingers. I just wanted to curl up in a ball under my blanket and watch Pompeii and the rest of Private Practice. So I did. I felt so much guilt for it. I have always felt this way, but I guess it’s because I’ve been a serial student for a long time…