Well, I had gone into the holiday weekend with many expectations of having a great stretch of writing. What I wound up with is something that was not disastrous, but not amazing, either.
+3,769 words written.
Days writing: 7 out of 7.
Daily writing goals met (500+ words): 6 out of 7 days.
If I had put out those type of numbers, with that type of consistency, three or even two months ago, I would have been perfectly happy with them. Now, seeing those numbers, knowing that I wrote them during a week where I spent half of it on vacation, I’m a bit let down. I know that I could have easily hit anywhere from 4,000 to 5,000 words this week without much effort.
On the other hand, I feel good about feeling bad. I’m starting to demand more from myself from my writing. I’m beginning to want to raise my standards. And, that’s a good thing.
What would I blame all of this on? In a word, procrastination – or, at least, a flare-up of it. I wanted to get into talking a little about that, so I’ll make it the subject of the next blog.