I have goals.
I just thought you’d like to know.
For instance, every day for the past 2 weeks (and no, Saturday and Sunday don’t count as days, duh) I’ve written 1000 words. Some days, barely. But my WIP is growing because I’ve been diligent. (I love me some diligence.) The writing goals are excellent ways to keep me honest.
But, did you know? I have other goals, too. Like to live in a house that resembles clean. To be a good wife. Also to be a good mom (or at least, not an ogre mom). To ponder. To study. To eat deliciousness.
So, yes. I should be working on my story. But today it’s snowing. (Yes, I’m still feeling the tingle from Tuesday’s sunburn.) And there is laundry. And cookies that really ought to be made. Also, I want to finish a book I’m reading, which I can’t actually say I’m enjoying, but I want to finish it. And Kid 4 had major meltdown time while practicing the piano this morning, so I think I should probably help him repeat that when he gets home from Kindergarten (repeat the practicing, not the melting, you know).
And so I’m declaring today Liberation Thursday, the day when I can write a bit, and not look at my word count. I can put a few scenes down (a good system would be: 1 funny, 1 plot-assisting, 1 emotional) and then move on with my day. Numbers, begone. I shall not focus on you today. I shall write for the love, not for the numbers.