It's 9:30 at night which is past the point when my brain is usually working and I have two options in front of me. My goal today was to get the WIP to 7,000 words so that way I have a hope of reaching 10k tomorrow... but earlier when I had TIME to write in the afternoon (which is when I prefer to do it) I got sidetracked by awesome Harry Potter parodies on Youtube (like THIS one and THIS one and THIS one THIS one - note the third video contains some language, etc.) So now it's late and I'm 1900 words behind where I wanted to be . . .
And it would be really easy to say I'll just try again tomorrow and mess around on Twitter for a bit longer and maybe continue reading The Disreputable History of Frankie Landua-Banks by E. Lockhart, which is one of the amazing books I'm rereading for inspiration for the new WIP. That would be fun . . .
Or I could take the more difficult road, the road less travelled by *insert literary reference here* and write the dang words so that I can sleep tonight. I think I'll do that. Even though I don't want to. Because that's how the frickin books get frickin written. Also: "frickin written" may be my new favorite phrase.