Yeah, I read all the posts and the writing books where real writers remind all of us wanna-be ones that writing is work. Hard work. Not all fairy farts and giggles and words just flying out of your head on sparkly wafts of inspiration.
Perspiration would be more like it. I’m at 10,741 words today and I feel as though I dug each bloody one of them out of my brain with a spoon. That was harder than most of the day jobs I’ve ever had.
Any time that muse wants to show up and sprinkle some of that magic wordglitter around, the door is open. I’ll be the one with my head inside the oven, computer is upstairs. Knock yourself out.
Oh my goodness, this picture made my morning! Hilarious! But you’re at 10,741 words already and it’s only day 3! That’s awesome!
I do love this picture! And thanks for the kind words. I love your blog. :)
I so completely understand your woes. This has surprisingly been a slow starting story for me…particular in light of it being one of the most prepped story I have attempted. Maybe there is a lesson in there somewhere. I’m just now cracking the 4,500 mark and it being day four by any measurement, their 1,667-a-day or my own 2k, I am behind. You, on the other hand, are a fifth of the way there and doing great. Hard work: yeppers…no doubt about it. It is harder, however, not to write and I take great satisfaction from that. Regardless, well done and enjoy the buffer you have made.
You have a lot of other things going on, and you’re still managing well. Send some discipline my way, ok? :)