Yesterday I didn’t make my word count. I’m not even sure how many words I did write, I know I wrote some poetry, but it wasn’t very much.
I feel really bad about this…
I know its only been five days into February, but I felt so good about getting the wordcount each day. It such a success, a triumph!
And then I didn’t.
I could make excuses. I had a migraine and fever yesterday. I was tired and weak and spent all day in bed. But I don’t want too. There’s really not a point to excusing myself. And it doesn’t make me feel better.
But I’ve come to this realization. Writing doesn’t always have to be sit down for a couple of hours and pound out a thousand words. Writing can be a word here and there in the midst of life.
And what counts is I try each day.
Maybe it’s dumb, but sometimes I just need a short reaffirming post to myself. A sort of “Go get it done Abi! At least try!” post. I think we all need something like this once in awhile. Slow and steady wins the race, and all that jazz. Don’t we all need to be reminded of this once and awhile?