
There’s a part of me that can’t believe that I’ve met my goal for 22 days.
There’s another part that can’t imagine stopping before the book is done.
I’m especially proud of having stayed on track this weekend. On Friday night, I was away at a Bible study retreat. I don’t usually go away overnight; in fact, this was the first night I’ve voluntarily been away from home since the beginning of the pandemic. But I went prepared to stay on track: I took my Surface, my notebook, my flash drives, and my computer glasses. By nine-thirty, I was set up on the spare bed in my room, and I wrote my 1,000 words, plus some.
Somewhat surprisingly, it was the next night that was more challenging. I was home, and Charlotte was sulking in the bedroom, which meant I wrote alone in the living room. The problem was that I was exhausted. I literally dozed off at least four times, waking to find that I’d kept typing in my sleep. This would have been fine, except the words—and yes, I was typing real words—didn’t make any sense. So I had to delete them and press on. I hit 1,000 words on the nose and called the night done.
Char was still sufficiently miffed that she didn’t join me last night, but tonight, she was in the living room, waiting for me to settle in for writing time so she could join me. And so, I’m back to my routine: tea, music, recliner, Charlotte, and writing. It’s a nice routine, and I wonder that it took me so long to find it.
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