I know, I know. Last time I promised Space Unicorns, and here you are, end of a long day perhaps, or settling in for the start of another one, or perhaps sat on the toilet for a bit of reading, looking for the Space Unicorns.
But I just couldn’t. I wanted to. I thought about it. I muddled and marinated for a couple of days, but Space just wouldn’t give me Unicorns. Today presented me with the first day yet, in almost two full months (is it that long now? Jesus) when I wasn’t going to make my writing goal.
Wrote about 400 words. Not feeling the flow. Squeezed out 100 more like an old man at a urinal. Painful. Forced. Scratched and clawed for 100 more, a dessicated husk of a man dragging himself on his stomach across scorching sands toward a fanciful oasis shimmering in the impossible distance. Some days, 900 words isn’t nearly enough for me to write what wants to be written. Today, it was Everest. So I gave up.
I was kind to myself. I reminded myself that I’ve been writing extra above and beyond my goal consistently on an almost daily basis, and that I’ve therefore banked enough words to have a day off and still be plenty ahead of schedule. I let myself remember that it’s been another rough week of testing at school and I’m thoroughly mentally fried to excuse an off day. I told myself it wouldn’t be that big a deal. I fooled myself into feeling almost pleased at letting myself off the hook.
But the Id-Writer was not satisfied. Continue reading