Why is it that when you are in the midst of a writing drought you forget how absolutely wonderful it is to write? Sigh.
Not a lot of words, but new words. I opened my first three chapters that I had sent in for the conference critique, reread them with the intent to then move on to chapter 4. As I had hoped, when I got to the end of chapter 3 I knew what was coming next. I wrote it out and realized it was really a new, better and stronger, ending to chapter 3. A nice hook that after reading I dare someone not to turn the page.
A good morning’s work. I am pleased.