Arg. I had all weekend free (except for AWANA, church, and the usual weekend errands), and did I write anything? No.
On the other hand, it wasn’t through lack of trying. I sat down, I opened up the files for Wine and Seeing Things Invisible, and…nothing came. I just couldn’t think of anything to write.
So, fair enough. I’ve come up with some plot points, and will use those the next time I sit down to write (maybe Tuesday night).
I refuse to beat myself up over this. That’s more damaging than simply acknowledging that I wrote nothing over the weekend, and working to write my ten pages Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights.