I am doing a writing challenge for the month of August, aiming for 3000 words per day.

As part of that challenge, I’m getting up an hour earlier every morning and writing 1000 words.

The first morning, as it was the start of the novel, it was easy and 1000 words flowed out nicely.

This morning, when I went to feed the cat, I found a conga-line of ants dancing from the back door to the cat bowl.

After dealing with the ants, I only managed 700 words.

This was bumming me out, until I realized–wait a second–I wrote 700 words this morning before breakfast! AND I washed the kitchen floor! This is an accomplishment I should be celebrating, not feeling badly about this.

So celebrate! Each and every one of those words! And having a clean kitchen floor to boot!

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