Thursday, Nov. 8: Couldn’t get my motivation together to write this morning. No problem, planning to attend the write-in after work - except I let my social anxiety talk me out of it. So I went home and wrote [now I go write] EXACTLY MY 2,000 DAILY WORD GOAL. Considering I’d given myself permission to take the day off because I was soooo not feeling it today, I fucking annihilated the first day of week 2.
Friday, Nov. 9: It happened. Zero. Nada. I took the day off. And I don’t feel that bad about it.
Saturday, Nov. 10: Put a pillow down on the chair I write in - upgrade! I’ve got something on in the evening so my goal is 3,000 words today. 2K is acceptable and 4K is smashing it. Where did I land? Hit 2,100 and called it a day. As long as I hit 1,500/day from here on out, I’m golden.
Sunday, Nov. 11: Didn’t start writing until 5pm… great start! Was hoping for 4,000 but struggled. Managed to crank out a respectable 2,700, so I’m a happy camper!
Monday, Nov. 12: I did like 750 in the morning which felt really good. Then I took a shower when I got home and just didn’t wanna. Sat my lazy ass down and then cranked out like 1,500-ish more so my total got to 2,225. It was honestly effortless after the first 300 #blessed.
Tuesday, Nov. 13: 25,036. I can’t fucking believe I’m halfway through my official word count. I hit a natural stopping point for the evening, and realized I was 900 words away from 25K, so I fucking went for it. Not eating dinner till 8:15p was worth it.
Wednesday, Nov. 14: Last day of week 2. Let’s do dis. Did about 1,000 words in the morning, and then decided I was going to get to bed a little early, so did no more in the evening. Every other day this week (that I wrote, at least) I did at least 2,000 words. So I’m OK with “just” a grand to round it out.
This week started bumpy, but I kept killing it despite myself. There’s a lesson here somewhere.