I hate my WIP.
Or rather, I think it hates me. It's become sentient and is trying to drive me insane.
I've also discovered, thanks to endless searching on ebay, that the word quilt is just rather an odd word. Look at it. Say it a handful of times. It's a weird word.
And I have a new skill: I can now light the pilot light on my furnace.
I feel accomplished, even if I can't get a handle on my book right now.