No matter how awesome of a boyfriend/partner/fiancee you might be, at some point, you will do something that will land you in the doghouse. Sometimes, you are 100% in control of what you’re doing, other times it’s a miscommunication… but it will definitely happen.

So in case you haven’t figured it out, tonight I landed in the doghouse.

Both my fiancee and I have been working pretty hard; just built a house, long hours, longer commutes, less sleep, dogs are barking more… and the list goes on. So as we both got a bit cranky, eventually it had to boil over. Tonight was that night.

We both got home around the same time after mentally draining days. We caught up on how our days were, played with the pups, I fed them and then my lovely fiancee who is being supportive of my writing habit/addiction/problem said (begrudgingly) that she’d do dinner if I wanted to write. I made sure this was not a ruse, and then made my way to my writing room.

Today was going to be so good! I was writing the inciting event for my story and everything is about to blow up and change the pacing to action thriller from drama! I rubbed my hands together, cracked my knuckles, typed one hundred and seven words…

Then I laid my head down for a second as I was just so mentally wiped, just a moment I thought.

Roughly an hour later my fiancee texts me to let me know that dinner is ready (the writing room is directly above the kitchen, so this is not a lazy, but efficient way of letting me know). I glanced up in a panic at the page.

Nope. Definitely didn’t write as much as I’d hoped.

Sheepishly I made my way downstairs where she asked me how I went. I didn’t lie. There was no point. “I fell asleep,” I mumbled.

Now, as she was tired and grumpy too and trying to be the supportive fiancee, I totally understood when she blew up and then gave me the cold shoulder. In fact, I expected as much.

Hi, leg warehouse? Yeah, my friend Ted needs something to stand on… So, nothing for him to stand on? Ok, thanks so much. – Barney Stinson (How I Met Your Mother)

Yeah, I’m certainly Ted in the above quote.

Anyway, I sent her to bed early, with a tea and chocolate biscuit and instead of using the writing room, I decided to hang out with the pups (who have slept all evening, apparently they had other plans) and get some writing done.

2400 words later, BAM! Just cracked 5000 words! That is exactly one-tenth of the way to my monthly goal and now it is officially on in my story!

The best part is, I’ve managed to churn out a 2500 word count on two work days! If I can do that for my next two days, that’ll be 10k, and then on my day off, I’m planning on another 5k, which will get me to 15k. 5 days in and 30% done definitely helps the old confidence!

Anyway, if I don’t want a repeat of this evening, I should probably get some sleep as I work again in the morning! How are you going and do you have any equally hilarious stories of your writing fails? Let me know below!