What is it about Fridays that makes it impossible to get anything done? I planned to start working on my new novel today. I planned to work on an outline at least, if not get a few pages written. But here it is, almost 4pm and I haven’t written a word. I haven’t even opened a pages document to start writing words. Maybe it’s because my daughter is sick. Maybe it’s because she ended her nap 30 minutes early. Maybe it’s because I played DDR and watched half an episode of Angel instead of writing? Yeah, probably a combination of all of those things… but I place the blame squarely on the shoulders of it being Friday.