My goal was to write a minimum of 1, 667 words. When I started writing around 8-ish this a.m, I thought I'd never make it.
As of this writing, nearly twelve hours later, I currently sit at 2,026 words. However, the pessimistic side of me knows that had I focused, I'd be at least 1,000 further along.
Here's the hindsight to Day 1:
Things that I did right:
- Committing to going on this journey and announcing it to anyone that was willing to listen
- Choosing to stay home and embrace a quiet and empty house when the husband needed to go to town for plumbing supplies (more on that in a later post)
- Writing even when I hit a snag and my inner editor started nagging at me to give up before I made a fool out of myself
- Hitting my minimum goal before the mens came home from school
Things I did wrong:
- Checking Facebook and email for new notifications, obsessively
- Watching an episode of "Breaking Bad" as a break
- Watching "The Chew" during my lunch hour
- Spending three hours searching/brainstorming for a name for a fictional grocery store
My secondary goal with this journey is to post here daily. Sort of a behind-the-scenes look at a novel in progress. I know I love that sort of stuff; reading the notes an author made before I actually reading the book. Surely I can't be the only one.
(And don't call me Shirley. Heh.)
At the end of day 1, I'd like to give a shout-out and what-what to one of my besties, the unfaltering Mamikaze, who was the inspiration for this current work in progress. Her faith and support in my dream is not something I will ever forget. She is a beautiful person, and I cherish her friendship.
Suddenly, I feel the need to run -- okay, it's been a long day -- limp out of the room singing, "We Are the Champions."
But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise -
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race -
And I ain't gonna lose -
Maybe that'll keep me from sitting in a corner two weeks (or less), crying into my Diet Coke singing, "Another One Bites the Dust."
Am I right?