these are the things i type to my accountability partner, gibbler.
: just hit 12 K. cry for me argentina.
: oh my god, i just want to eat and watch tv. this one is a wolf and a witch. i’m dying dying.
: my brain is bleeding.
: evil eye to the laptop
:you are the devil.
:i need food.
She is so good. She just tells me to keep going. She’s amazingly good at it. She doesn’t even sympathize, just tells me how good i’ll feel at the end, which is true.
Failing gibbering maw of doubt and whine: This is how much i am suffering for my art. ( i just snorted, because this is many things, but it is not art.) I just want to point out what my accountability partner has to deal with while i am writing a 35000 word romance. and i am potentially in trouble on the deadline of this one. I just caught myself playing a swap it match game on my phone. and I’m here, now. My brain is toast. I wrote almost six thousand words yesterday and that feels like a lot. I wish I made tons of money. I wish my sauna were electric so I used it more. I wish I was easier for people to understand. I wish plants could talk if they wanted to. I wish this story were done. I wish i had some chocolate. I wish I didn’t have to go right back to it, right now. I don’t like horses, really, although i think they just intimidate me. but I have plenty of wishes anyhow.
I’m at 22,000 words. Thats a fuck ton. It really is. I still haven’t done my taxes.
1 thought on “Procrastination fuckery.”
In my dissertation group, we used 3 pages a day as the standard for good progress. I believe Hemingway said that he wrote 500 words every day. So 6000 does indeed sound huge.