It is time for the walk of shame. No, not THAT shame. We’re talking writing quota.
In the last two weeks, I hit 10,000 words for BOOK II: AS-YET UNTITLED, BUT SURELY SOMETHING TO SHOCK, AWE, AMAZE, OR TITILATE. Which puts me right on pace for the targeted weekly range I set out for myself. That sounds pretty good, right, nothing to feel lousy about at all?
But that’s spin. I exceeded my goal two weeks ago, but fell just short last week. Sure, the average works out, but falling short is still falling short. I could try to make excuses (“But I worked on an interview that required over 2,000 precious words that could’ve been spent on my book total!” or “Insert more compelling rationalizing rhetoric here”). But I’m publicly outing myself so I resist the urge to try to weasel free. I missed. There it is. Owning it and moving on.
Here’s to nailing my target this week. Because if I don’t, even the averages won’t work out in my favor in the next tally check-in. And no amount of spinning, scuttling, or weaselly slinking will save me.
I’m with you on this one. Last night, I invoked a new discipline of shifting the writing schedule to such an early hour there can be no distractions– and to keep me honest I’m checking in (then logging off) on FB at 5AM every day. I have to admit, this weasel thinks writing before dawn is awesome– must be the nocturnal bent.
Write on, weaselly woman, write on.
I’ve seen your posts about your early rising, and while I think you are insane, I applaud you finding the sweet spot and committing to it. Well done!