Today was a crappy day. Something that I'm not going to get into angered me immensely, and the rest of the day I was really unable to keep my mind on anything, including writing. Didn't matter, though, did it? 1,000 words a day means 1,000 words a day. Time doesn't stop passing whether you're upset or happy. It goes on at the same rate inexorably. So, if I was going to live up to my promise, I had to get to writing, or I just had to admit defeat, and give up.
I tried. After my lunch break came to an end, I only had 557 words. Maybe, if I worked real hard, I might be able to sneak a few moments here and there where I could add to that. I tried, but whenever I went back, I just plain wasn't inspired. The words came in fits and starts. I checked the word count after each sentence, and it went up extremely slowly.
As my workday came to an end, I was still only at 901. I was going to have to finish up when I got home. Instead, though, I just kept sitting at my desk after having shut everything down, and plugged away. Still checking the word count after every sentence. All of a sudden, I found that I had it in me to write a big paragraph. It was time to reveal an idea that I'd been saving, and I blew through it. Next thing you know, I checked my word count and it was:
1,067 words.
I made it, despite my foul mood and lack of inspiration. That's nice. Working through adversity builds strength, right? What doesn't kill me makes me tougher? Something like that.
Anyway, my picometer says:
EDIT:
New progress meter.
12665 / 30000 (42.22%)
42% is about halfway there...which I suppose makes sense, since the month is almost halfway over.
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