Well today was unproductive.
I did make some further progress on the plot and shape of the novel, but I wasn’t particularly motivated to write, and I had dinner with friends.
When I did finally sit down to write at 11 (apart from the paragraph on the bus this morning) the words flowed pretty quickly, buuut once I hit the daily par of 5001, that was about as far as I was going. There’s always the weekend. And I’m still sick, so I’m planning to skip out on prior plans to go out on Saturday.
Today’s Goal: Didn’t make one
Words Written: 733
Sentence of the day: That the worlds didn’t go out with a bang, but more the quiet fizzle of a candle that has come to the end of its burnable wick.
How I feel: Ambivalent. I should have written more today but didn’t. Today I feel like writing should happen when you want it to happen (but sometimes you have to force it and then you’ll want it). This project feels like too much to do on top of other things I need to do today/this week/this month/asap. But I will persevere.
Soundtrack: “Ghosts That We Knew” – Mumford and Sons (yes it’s only online. I listen to it and then go back and play it again. And again. And again.)