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.