three pages

Tonight I worked (my summer bartending gig) and got home at about 10pm.

Sure, my feet hurt, but I didn't let it get to me.

I reboiled some green tea, threw on my Wes Craven RIP shirt and lit my Paddywax Poe candle and got down to business.

Sadly, I only eked out three pages. 

Granted, I like what's written in those three pages, but I'm just not feeling the writing tonight.

And since I'm not writing for a deadline (but am trying to make the most of my free time during summer break to write) or for a paycheck, I can afford to write only when I feel inspired.

Sometimes that's a good place to be.