Okay I’m putting my foot down and starting a writing schedule. I haven’t done it in the past but I’m going to have to learn, I’m getting sick of this crazy writing whenever it strikes me thing and all of this waiting. So I’m setting one up. I’m going to lower my word count from 2000 to something under 1000 possibly 850 because I can do that in my sleep. Most of my blog posts have been half way to there, but not quite enough. So tomorrow I’m going to wake up tomorrow and get out of bed with the motivation to write at least 400 words before breakfast, if more come, more come but I’m going to sit down and do the work. I’m done waiting.
Yeah people can tell me that I’m being hasty but I need to get going. I have a self imposed deadline I need to finish. I have only about 20,000 words left and five chapters. Five. Chapters. That’s all I have left and I’m done with the second draft. I can fix typos and send it off to my beta readers and then wait for their feedback and start the writing again. I am determined to get this project done. My huge self imposed deadline is at the end of the year. It will be ready. I will have done it. There is no messing up. Yes, Dad’s death has put me majorly behind. By two months, but life is unexpected and it’s how you move on that really reverberates through your soul.
I’m moving forward with determination and love. I am and always have been a very determined person. I remember, as a child, being determined to pitch better in softball, so at the front of our house, the only wall that didn’t have a window was facing the side of the road and conveniently part of my parents room. I drew on the wall the strike zones for someone my height (I wasn’t always as short as I am now! I was tall when I was 12!) and counted back the steps, which was the edge of the grass and the cement and I warmed up with my mitt and ball and I kept at it. Pitch after pitch, I threw that softball at the wall. I did it for an hour, maybe two, I can’t remember, but I kept at it. I forced myself to be good at it, forced myself to lessing the amount of balls I threw vs strikes. i can set up this writing schedule and I can stay on task. I can get back my stride. I can write this out.
Does anyone want to join me? Urge me ahead? I have always loved competition, as many of my friends can attest to, and I enjoy being able to smash word counts and time limits. Someone help me. I’m going to need some pushing. It may not be gentle, I’m okay with it not being gentle. I need all the help I can get.
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