We’re about three hours into skeet shooting season here in the town where I live. I know this because every damn shot makes me jump, and I’ve been jumping a lot today.

It has made writing a challenge today. I can’t focus on any one piece adequately, so I’m hopping around, adding a little here, throwing in a paragraph there, starting something new. My work is edgy today. Slow. Angry.

And I’m shot, if you’ll pardon the pun. I hope I’ll be able to get a few more words in later today, maybe as the sun goes down and the skeets are all dead, but I have more words written than I did at the beginning of the day, and that’s something.

Also, I’m enjoying giving my writing silly working titles.

Today’s Stats:

• Essay: “Pinatas and Glitter Girls” 614 words
• Essay: “Processing the Leftovers” 1051 words
• Essay: “Betty Off-Her-Crocker” 1156…