It’s important to be forgiving. It’s important to love the writing process. It’s important to understand this THING … this NOVEL in PROGRESS … is the journey I seek.
It’s also important to realize that writing can be frustrating as fuck.
On Monday, my 50,000 word, self-imposed deadline is about to go whooshing past. Quite frankly with prep for my fall classes and grading and … well, I’m not going to make the deadline.
I could choose:
A. Screaming at my cursed existence.
B. Screaming, crying, AND cursing.
C. Blaming my cat. Again.*
D. Forgiving myself and getting back to work.
Obviously D. Always D.
I could tell you why this missed writing goal isn’t my fault. See *. But who cares? I need to plow through. Because I have goals. Real goals. I want to start my own writing business. I want my novel published. I want … phew, I’m a Buddhist nightmare.
But whatever. I want. I’m writing.
Now back to work. IN SPITE OF.
*My cat is the loveliest lemon you’d ever have the privilege of snuggling with if you were lucky enough to meet him.
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