Well, I’m stuck in a quagmire.
A lot of it is my fault, plain and simple. I choose, most nights, to just sit and watch my son play video games. When I have the time, I don’t have the energy for some reason.
So how many new words have I managed so far this month?
Not as many as I should have.
I’ve started keeping a spreadsheet showing my daily word counts (or some approximation thereof), which will help me keep a running tally of how much I’m doing every day. Some days I get a few words done. Five or six hundred. One day I managed about 1325. But most days have a big, fat zero in them.
I’m not going to stress about it. I’ve decided I don’t need any more stress in my life. But life does happen, and because it has happened, there’s been less chance to write and less energy to devote to it. And being patient while things sort themselves out has never been a strong suit of mine.
But the days move forward. Time will show whether I can keep myself on the track I set on January 1, but so far, I’m not doing as well as I hoped.
See you next time!