I am having a minor panic attack. I just did the math. And while math is so not my forte, I fear the numbers are correct. And I can't breathe.
Thanks to a severe case of Slackeritis, I now have to write 1700 words a day to make my March goal of 30,000. That's officially more words per day than NaNoWriMo was. That said, I can do it. I wrote around that much every day in November. But it's still a stiff and intimidating deadline.
Day before yesterday, I wrote 1268 words in the hour before work. I had gotten there early, so I decided to take advantage of the gorgeous weather and sit at one of the outside tables. My muse must really love sunshine, because the words, they were a-flowin'. A random, unplanned scene even made an appearance. I really had fun writing said scene, even if I couldn't figure out how to end it last night when I finally picked my pen back up.
Speaking of pen, does anyone else find that this is the easiest way to write? Good old-fashioned pen and paper? Without the distractions of the internet? I've been doing this all week, every time I write. I know that if I open my laptop, I'll be too tempted by the wonders of the internet and I won't get a damn word written.
Dana bought me a new pen for Christmas. As stated in my previous post, I have an obsession for office supplies. Pens are number two on my list, right below notebooks and journals. Anyway, I love this pen. It's nothing too fancy. A Uni-ball gel pen with a really squishy grip. Anyway, as I was writing outside the other day, I was spurred on by the way the ink glided over the page, all shiny and wet, only to dry just as quickly. It's the little things that keep me going, I guess...
I now have 37 minutes before I leave for work. I should write.
Thanks to a severe case of Slackeritis, I now have to write 1700 words a day to make my March goal of 30,000. That's officially more words per day than NaNoWriMo was. That said, I can do it. I wrote around that much every day in November. But it's still a stiff and intimidating deadline.
Day before yesterday, I wrote 1268 words in the hour before work. I had gotten there early, so I decided to take advantage of the gorgeous weather and sit at one of the outside tables. My muse must really love sunshine, because the words, they were a-flowin'. A random, unplanned scene even made an appearance. I really had fun writing said scene, even if I couldn't figure out how to end it last night when I finally picked my pen back up.
Speaking of pen, does anyone else find that this is the easiest way to write? Good old-fashioned pen and paper? Without the distractions of the internet? I've been doing this all week, every time I write. I know that if I open my laptop, I'll be too tempted by the wonders of the internet and I won't get a damn word written.
Dana bought me a new pen for Christmas. As stated in my previous post, I have an obsession for office supplies. Pens are number two on my list, right below notebooks and journals. Anyway, I love this pen. It's nothing too fancy. A Uni-ball gel pen with a really squishy grip. Anyway, as I was writing outside the other day, I was spurred on by the way the ink glided over the page, all shiny and wet, only to dry just as quickly. It's the little things that keep me going, I guess...
I now have 37 minutes before I leave for work. I should write.