I have to admit that I have been "working" on my novel (which sounds so odd to say), but in my head. I hit not only computer burnout, but also had a small tidal wave of self-recrimination. When it became clear that I was not going to meet the NaNo goal of 50,000 words for the month, I immediately set to the task of beating myself up for failing to meet a goal. E does not understand this behavior at all - but when he says, cheerfully, "Goals are meaningless!", it makes my clamping down on the importance of having goals so much worse.
As an aside, ARGH to our laptop and its super-sensitive shortcuts - already in this post I've had to "undo" about 6 automatic formatting and file opening actions. Come on. Seven.
So I am working towards setting a daily or weekly goal for myself beyond NaNo that I may be able to more realistically meet. How aggravating is the term, "realistic expectations" even? Argh again!
Crazy inner Puritan is on a roll.
1 comment:
Your crazy inner Puritan and my crazy inner Puritan should totally hang out. They could go to a bar, sip club soda, and judge people for drinking, then judge the bartender for serving drunks, then judge the bar for being a den of iniquity. When they get really hopped up on righteous indignation, they can start listing all of our respective unmet "goals."
Keep writing. More words = progress. And, just to annoy your crazy inner Puritan, remember, it's the process that matters not the end result.
Love,
Essie
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