No. Not those kind. Though with my husband gone for a whole year, something like that might come in handy.
I got a new laptop.
It is amazing how much easier it is to actually, you know, write. No more eliminating letters created by a psycho keyboard. Or banging the shift out of the shift key to unshift it. Or finding the secret spot on the touch pad so it will quit highlighting everything on the screen.
I think it saved me from falling into the robot pit: I must write. I must publish. I must write I must publish. ImustwriteImustpublish.
I must rublish.
Sometimes I get so wrapped up that I forget everybody needs time to play. Everybody. So my advice for today is: go play with yourself.
By writing, of course.
Write a chapter where everybody breaks into song. Stick characters in a car with a manual transmission so they have to bang the shift out of the gear shift to unshift it. Draw someone in a secret spot where they get away with something ridiculous.
Or get yourself a toy and play with it.
Like a new laptop, of course.
You might find, just as I did, that it can shake you up enough to keep your story from becoming rublish.