I bought an antique key today for $1.25. I don’t know what it is for. It is rather large and old and heavy, and I believe it may unlock my imagination (or at least this is what I am telling myself). I have also discovered that if I lay it along the bridge of my nose I can concentrate more easily.
Other than that, I have made no writing progress today.
I feel like a mother neglecting her child. Perhaps if my unfinished works would cry, I would feel more inclined to pay attention to them.