You know, I had nothing going on for weeks. The minute I commit myself to writing a 50,000 word novel in 30 days, BAM, I’ve got three projects going at the same time. Well, today I had to work on two of those projects instead of my novel, and in one way, I’m feeling bad about my word counts, and in another, I’m proud of myself for doing my WORK instead of my “fun” novel. Which, oh, by the way, isn’t so much fun when you have a gun to your head and no idea what you’re writing about.
Figures
