One Day Late

I am so close to being done with this stinking story. When I went to bed last night, though, I remember writing more words than it turns out I actually did.

2,357 fiction words, 2,582 total words

I wrote a lot, though, so I’m not going to be too angry.

There were a couple things yesterday that I remember doing that apparently I actually didn’t do. A strange day, but whatever. It’s over, and it was nice.

I started doing some word sprints yesterday with one of the writing communities I belong to, and they were helpful. Although I was only writing against someone at one point during the two or so hours I was in the sprint rooms, telling myself I was going to be there and I was going to write was enough motivation.

Today, I finish the short story that I should have finished Tuesday. That is my only pan for the morning.