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!
-jdt-
I hear ya, Love. I do. I’m feeling that same pinch, just in a different way – I mean, not pertaining to writing, but my other household responsibilities.
I just want you to know, you’re doing fine. Just fine. Nothing’s falling off from where we all stand, Love. Be gentle with yourself.
My delivery guy is feeling it, too. He quipped that maybe all the crap stuff is happening now to get it all of the way early, so the rest of the year is smooth sailing. I liked his way of thinking. π
Ha! That’d be nice…I guess. Depends on how much crap is going to be dumped. And what kind. *Sigh*
Love you madly!
And I you, dearly and desperately.
I guess it’s finding the tool that works. A spreadsheet works great for me – I can set challenges, etc. It’s really helped me make sure now that I write every day.
I started one too! I guess it hasn’t done as much to forward my writing “habit” yet, but maybe it will over time. π
I like Leo Babuta’s take (he’s the guy who blogs at zen habits) about getting fit. He says don’t think about the run, just put on your running shoes and step out the door. By the time you’re there, well, might as well go for a bit of a run (or something like that).
You know, that makes sense. If I can just force myself over to the writing computer soon enough in the evening, it will happen. I just haven’t done that yet, and I don’t know why at this point. Hm. π