I wrote 2,335 words today.
I wrote what I feel like were 2,335 of the worst, most uninspired drivel to have ever been vomited (metaphorically) from my fingertips.
I’m not proud of what I wrote and there’s a 100% chance that I will either end up editing it into something passable or deleting it entirely…
I’m proud of myself for sitting in the chair, despite feeling like utter and complete crap for a number of reasons that I’m working through, slogging my way through trying to get my word count back up to where it should be, and reach my end-of-the-week goal.
I’m hopeful, but not naïve. I’m supposed to be at 18,370 and my ending total for tonight was 14,738.
I’m behind, by a lot. But, I’m motivated.
At this point, it’s really just a battle between which is stronger: my willpower or my physical and mental fatigue.
The month is nearly halfway complete and I really want to do this thing.
So let’s go!