Alas! Being full of fail is a difficult feeling. Last year during Spring Festival I was working on Raise My Head and Watch the Moon, which is two books back now, and there were days where despite having nothing else to do I could barely work through a thousand words, partly due to chatting with people back in the states. Maybe there's an advantage though - stuff that fires you up and gets you thinking almost always feeds back into fiction, right? At any rate, I hope you finished the day more in line with your original expectations!