My First 'WriBlock'?

I'm superstitious. Kind of. When I played softball and actually made it safely on base, I would take my pink (I know) Rawling's batting gloves off and hold them -- one in each hand. When I played basketball, I dribbled the ball exactly four times and bent my knees in preparation to shoot free throws. Whether these worked is beside the point.

The other night, NaNoWriMo day one, I was wearing a woefully ripped up pair of cut-off jean shorts that are probably three sizes too big, a t-shirt, and my Spurs jersey. And I listened to showtunes. Same thing for days two and three. Or is this day three? I think this is day three.

I have written 173 words since plopping down in my pea-green armchair almost two hours ago. But I'm not staring at my computer at a loss for words. I have an inkling of where I'm going next. But West Side Story was on and now Jesus Christ Superstar. I'm thinking that showtunes are no longer the way to go to get me through this thing.

So here I am, stuck in what has apparently become my writing outfit, not writing. I blame it on Jesus. But I updated my Facebook profile, adjusted my GoDaddy payment information, moved my umbrella from one corner of the room to the other, and finally, I tortured myself by visiting Apple's online store.

I'm unwilling to cede to writer's block just yet. The next few sections are somewhere in my head. The good news is that it's 1:14 a.m. again. But now I must go tinker with the cell phone and manually go back in time an hour. And get another cup of coffee. Cabaret has just begun, so maybe now that Jesus Christ Superstar is over, I can get on with this thing.