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.