I’m not certain whether I’d rather update in the morning or the afternoon, but I have time now that I can blog but not create fiction, so I’ll give this a shot and if later in the day I’m bursting with things to be shared, I’ll share again.
Yesterday I wrote more than New Year’s Day, with 289 words for here, and 1,261 words of fiction. My weekly (and yearly) totals are 2,033, which is still less than I planned to write in one day when I considered reaching Pulp Speed One this year. However, it’s also more than I wrote in December, and ultimately, not a bad thing.
Beating myself up over creating less than planned is wrong. It’s still creating, and I’ll have a couple kick-ass days along the way to make up for it.
Today may be one of those days. I have off of work. It’s my birthday, and I took advantage of the day off I get for that particular event. Schools are opening today, which means I’ll have a quiet house with the four cats I’m currently writing about. So, infinite inspiration, no excuses.
One of those cats has just done the adorable “let me walk on your chest and then purr and take a nap” thing. Now I don’t want to shower. Ah, the problems of being a cat owner.