I'm going to try and make the most of these four days. The goal is four days of writing and blogging madness! Yes. A blog post each day, to report the day of writing. So hold onto your seats, people! The next three posts may be as inane as this one.
So, day one. I rose at the embarrassing hour of 12 noon. Seriously. That's just embarrassing for someone at my age. In my defense, I went to bed at one am, woke at five am and listened to the cat yowl for about three hours before dropping off again. And I suffered for it, because when I got up, I felt like I'd been beaten about the head and shoulders with a blunt object. Coffee, tylenol, and I was off to the races.
I'm hoping to maybe, sort of, tentatively, suggest that I might have two writing sessions a day. That would be good, right? But I've sworn to go easy on myself this time. I get very caught up in missed opportunities and beating myself about the head and shoulders with blunt objects when I miss a goal, or perform less than spectacularly, and then I stop enjoying the process. It becomes a slog. No slogging this time. Just slow, steady progress, and the blog thereof.
What about you? Plans? Dreams? Goals? Discuss.