Bleh. I fell a little short of my word count goal this morning. I’m at 16,500. I had wanted to get to 17,500 with an ultimate goal of 20,000 by the end of today. The good thing is I’m getting to a part that’s mostly already written in my head. It is, in many ways, the scene that inspired the whole project to begin with. So I’m expecting that to basically write itself.
You know, it feels really good to be doing this, no matter how bad I think the results are. I think I’m learning a lot about myself, about what I think I can accomplish. There are so many big projects–degrees, novels, dissertations–that I haven’t finished. Like a marathon, the goal is to finish, not to place. Just think what might happen if you decided to do this every other month. Is that possible?