WIP word count: 330.
It ain't much, but it's something.
A few days ago, Twitter lit up with progress reports from other writers making amazing progress. Thousands of words. Thousands upon thousands. Tapping of keyboards the world over could be heard at the space station. But not from me. The day job, that great enthusiasm sucker, took all my energy.
Oh, I typed. Believe me. As a medical transcriptionist for over 15 years, I've probably produced a bookmobile of work - just not MY work. I went to bed defeated and jealous and vaguely plotting evil towards all those happy tweeting writers.
Yesterday, I tried again. First, I celebrated my good intentions by meeting my girlfriend for coffee. Like how I reward myself before I've done anything? ha! Then last night, I climbed into bed with my laptop, determined... also, JP was working out of town. (see this-n-that)
Camille Noe Pagan, author of the upcoming "The Art of Forgetting," wrote a great blog post about goals. She works a day job and has two little kids! So her daily goal is just 250 words.
I like it.