I’m afraid I won’t come back to my novel. I definitely need this break but I’m notorious for ‘coming back to it later’ and then I never do. Or not until a year or so later.
Maybe I give myself a deadline. And a challenge. Like in the month of January or February, I have to spend 15 minutes editing erry.damn.day. I can go longer (TWSS), but I have to do 15 minutes of at least re-reading and thinking about it. Just get myself in front of the damn screen regularly.
OOOOO. Maybe editing is in February and I start a new running streak in January. New year, new streak, y’all. See how long my body lets me go this time. My longest streak was about 6 weeks (until I got norovirus and my body evacuated everything from everywhere for two straight days).
I did consider continuing the streak until I realized I couldn’t trust my butthole and came to my senses about the importance of not shitting my pants in public over keeping up a run streak. I guess I’d have ended up with a different kind of streak - haha.
^ Really went down a gif rabbit hole of ‘shit my pants,’ ‘poop my pants,’ ‘butt clench,’ ‘ass clench,’ etc. Was upsetting but also funny because poop and butts are hilar-bears.
Anyway, I feel a little invigorated now I’ve got some game plan to work with. Going to buy some shit on Amazon now… BYEEEEEEE.