Wrote this weekend. 2278 words on Saturday, 1099 on Sunday. It is better to have written than not, but my mood didn't improve that much. What I wrote wasn't bad. I also worked in some new things into parts I'd already written, which was satisfying. It's starting to have a shape. Alas, my brain ran out of steam and I had to stop.
I spent Sunday afternoon napping and re-reading Georgette Heyer's The Toll-Gate, and being annoyed with the endless slang in the dialogue even though that's such an integral part of Heyer. I guess I just hadn't remembered there being so much in this particular book.
I am going to stop writing this post before I complain even more about ridiculous things.