Why does the sun always shine when I'm writing?

Today is the first day I've had off work for a while and I was looking forward to getting down to some serious re-writing and getting some top marks on Eva's counting thingy. Everything was going to plan until the sun came out and then, well, what's a girl to do? I've been stuck working inside for weeks on end and the weekends have been naff, so it seemed to me it would be not only churlish but downright rude to simply ignore that lovely yellowy thing in the sky when it had made so much effort to come and visit. I mean, if we ignore it, it might take the hump and disappear again. And we wouldn't want that, would we? We want to make it feel welcome so it will want to come back and visit us again, don't we? I knew you'd agree with me - that's what we unpublished writers have in common - no self-discipline and no single-mindedness. Hurray!

So, Eva - word count for today? Umm - make it a little more than zero, a little less than ten. Actually, I'm kidding, I got up at six and worked until one - impressed? I know I am! There may be a teeny-tiny bit of ambition there after all. Oh, woe is me!