Worthless

I'm completely worthless. I wrote one line yesterday. This is powerpoint season, and I knew this would be a challenge because it saps my creative energy.

Later in the day...

I'm in 296, where I tried to avoid writing, but made myself get back to the scuba shop and in twenty minutes I've got the helpful stranger dead and Parker discovering he's not going to die a gruesome death - at least not yet, and not by his own hand. He's running back toward the bar, I think, because he'll have to get a car to get through the swarm of dead on the highway.

Then I went to Kelsey and grandma and wrote a teensy bit more on the whole "I want my cell phone and I want it now!" thing. Got hung up on an awkward sentence, and now it's five o'clock.