Blleeaaarrrcccchhhhbbbggghhhh.
Today was not the writing day I’d hoped for. This is what happens when I spend time away from this keyboard. And you know what? There’s no excuse. There really isn’t. Traveling is not enough in and of itself for me not to sit down for even fifteen minutes each day and write words. This is what happens.
The story is cold. I have to warm it back up again.
I wrote 150 words today. Plus some editing. I also journaled. Not like the journaling I do here…it’s part freeform brain dumping, part self-motivation and examination, and part outlining for whatever my WIP is. It’s not an account of my day like this is, it’s an account of my feelings.
I felt anxious today. I let my anxiety get the better of me. I was still productive, however. I did some other not-writing tasks that needed to be done, like getting a start on switching over to a new email service. Things that need doing.
I got to talk to my mom. She’s good. Relieved about my brother, who got some “good” news the other day. Good is in quotes because taken out of context, it would be more like “ouch” news, but it’s good news in that he’s going to be just fine. She’s home from a work stint, and sounded very happy.
The Ho was up early, and out and about tonight.
So, yeah…I need to re-attach myself to my daily writing. I’ve fallen off the wagon. That needs to happen tomorrow. I *did* write today. That was a start. I need to write tomorrow. And the next day, and the next, and the next until I’m back up to full output. That’s my challenge. Have to take it one step at a time.
I’m so close to finishing this book…
Good night!