And thirty-one days of writing!!
Okay, so I didn't write fifty thousand words this month. I'm not proud of that, but it's done and there's no going back and changing it. Unless someone invents a time machine.
Yes, that was a hint.
But while I'm waiting for that to happen, I have set a small and relatively reasonable goal for December. Given the madness that often accompanies the holiday season and a pending wedding--GAH!!!!!!--some sort of realistic outlook must be preserved.
No matter how it goes against my particular grain. My particular grain, by the way, is teff. Because I like typing teff.
Anyway! With the planning and execution of the wedding, the shopping and decorating for Christmas, the baking and cooking and card-writing and package sending and oh, good grief, everyfreaking else in the world, I have to stay small. My small and realistic goal is to write every day in December, even if it's just a paragraph. I can do that. I can. I believe that and I'm confident and I shall pull this off.
Now...if only I could pull off all the other stuff.