Yesterday turned out to be a really rough day. It wasn’t so much that I was in pain, but I had serious brain fog and I felt lousy all day. It took me two hours to write 1000 words. I probably should have quit after the first hour and the first 500, but I kept hoping that I’d feel better if I kept going.
It wasn’t until about 4 PM that I started feeling better, and even then, I wasn’t anywhere near 100%.
This morning, I’m still vaguely headachy. I have more brain though, and my hope is that I’m going to be able to write today as I have been having a lot of thoughts about the current story and the next scene.
I’ve also been thinking about next year. I’ve been wanting to do a really big word count goal for 2019 – 750K. Weeks like this make me doubt whether or not I’ll make it. I’ve gone up and down several times this week, with a couple of good days and three bad ones.
I’m currently at 12K for the week. I’ll probably still make my stated goal of 15K this week, but it’ll be by the skin of my teeth. It isn’t because it’s been easy.
750K words for a year breaks down to 15K per week over 50 weeks of a year. Which is 3000 per day, 5 days a week, for most weeks.
It all sounds doable. But I honestly don’t know if it is. During the good weeks, sure. That’s an easy goal for me. I regularly will do more than that during a good week.
During the bad weeks? It’s a struggle. I will make it this week, but that’s because, as my husband likes to point out, I’m more stubborn than the average bear.
I don’t want to give myself an impossible goal. That will just depress me when I never reach it, week after week. But how hard of a goal should I set? How much should I push myself? I know I won’t be writing during the anthology workshop – so that’s one week gone. I’ve been having two bad weeks a month lately. Still writing, but just barely.
I’m close to 580K for the year, and I’ve written more this year than ever before. And that was with months of either not writing or not writing a lot.
I will probably go for the big goal, with the caveat that I get to change it after a couple of months if it’s proving to be too difficult. I think that’s the best choice for me. It’s a little daunting, a little scary, and also a little, “Fuck yeah. I can do this. Just watch me.”
I hope that your weekend is turning out to be splendid!