And thirty-one days of writing!!
Sorta.
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.
Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.
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You did better than me. No kicking yourself over not making 50k in words. Not allowed.
ReplyDeleteOf course you can do that new goal. I'm your nag and will be here to nag and support you. Maybe even I'll write once my head is no longer messed up without the drugs I need.
Now, repeat after me: I can do this. I will do this. I am empowered to do this.
Now back to baking bread and shining up her pins for the nagatron (tm).
I have a list of things to tackle and, at the end of every month, I am amazed when 0% of it has been done. I can't fathom how I can so continually avoid doing these things!
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