I didn’t make it.

I guess I am supposed to feel bad about it.

I don’t like that feeling.  I don’t like at all.

I don’t write everyday.  I have a six-year-old that I want to send time with.  It is very hard to write when you don’t have a home office.  I get most of my writing done in a Starbucks or library.

My kid was out of school for two early in the month for parent-teacher conferences and a teacher workday.  Two days gone right there.

Then there was that whole Thanksgiving thing.  Three days of family, writing gone.  And one day, I worked all day on formatting my next book for paperback.  Formatting my books is something I haven’t outsourced yet. and maybe I should.  But books need to be formatted.

So there was five days gone.  And I don’t write much on weekends, a few hundred words here and there.  But I really need to be by myself to get tons of words done.

I did manage somewhere in the 24,000 word range.  That’s a Goosebumps novel right there folks.

That’s more than the Mouse and the Motorcycle by Beverly Clearly, thank you very much.

I appreciated the push, and learning how to get more words done in a session.  I started actually writing notes by hand about what I was going to write that day, and when I did that the words came easier.

The point is to write.

And I wrote.