A perfect writing day
The week before the storm, I took several days up to finally pound out parts of a novel that I've worked on here and there for a long time. There were too many ideas rolling around in my head, but no blocks of time to concentrate on it.
The first day off, Tuesday, I set right to work that morning, not wanting to wait any longer.
I had a perfect writing day. I revised and shaped the first 47 pages, and enjoyed a nice, warm black and white cookie on a cloudy day.
There were no distractions, and I got done what I needed to. I felt a lot better after I had organized the foundation for the rest of the novel.