I know, it’s November 8th. Cut me some slack, OK?
Yes, I also know I should be writing my novel instead of posting to my blog. But I have to warm up somehow. . .
Today is one of those inexplicable days off from school that you loved as a kid and hate as a mom. It was supposed to be filled with laundry – really an amazing writing prompt, because you can get a lot written under the gun of the timer going off and think about character/ plot issues while folding – and writing. Instead it became a movie date and lunch with new friends from Nina’s school. (Yes, I’ve turned into the Welcome Wagon for folks moving to the UWS and attending a certain elementary school.)
Well, at least Nina has a new pal, and now they’re playing happily and quietly – but not *too* quietly – in her room. And I am supposed to be writing. Especially since I have not achieved the 1,667 words per day one must if one wishes to achieve 50,000 words by November 30th. I’m thinking that 50,000 words is a really ambitious goal. How about just a completed first draft? Writing pal Susan B. gave me a boost by congratulating me on finishing 3076 words in a week. 🙂
No, I am not typing like the proverbial monkeys. Yes, I do have reasonably decent prose – if I do say so myself – appearing on my screen. But the writing is worse than pulling teeth. It’s like flossing with canker sores; you know you have to, but it’s painful, and you’re wondering if it’s just making things worse.
I am not giving up. I am publishing this entry and then I am going to write, darn it.
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can. Now if I could only apply this determination to exercising regularly. Well, first things first.