It was easy for me to say my new mantra would be "write constantly" after a very productive writing weekend. It's only Tuesday, and I've already felt the swarm of work descend upon me like a swarm of hornets, buzzing in my ears to run away from what I want to do and drown myself in what "needs to be done."
I didn't write a word yesterday. But I didn't forget my new mantra. I may not have a new scene written, but I have figured out how to kill a character.
And you know, that's a delicious part of writing: we're considered industrious, productive workers when we plot murder!