Argl

Dammit. I just don't understand those happy writers who can write one PWP after another. I find sex scenes a terror to write. (I look at my icon and wish I had no shame, I'm sure it would make the job a lot easier. And yes, I'm still writing, one excruciating line at a time.)

In other news, I went back to running this week, now that it's starting to look like spring again. I started at 15 minutes, and that worked out pretty well, although I didn't feel like I was running smoothly until the 12th minute or so, probably because my muscles had warmed up by then. I'm going to do 15 minute runs twice more this week - saying this is by nature of a dare to myself, you understand - and then I'll adopt a scheme that should lead me from 15 minutes to half an hour. I have to keep remembering not to run too fast, to keep breathing through my nose, and above all not to try to keep pace with SO, who runs like a borzoi. *g*