I think…I’m getting through. I do think so. I think I only wrote about four hundred words, but I think it’s getting easier. I wouldn’t, say, rather go trim my toenails than write. I’d rather go eat chocolate, though. Or– Yeah. Let’s not go into depth on what I’d rather be doing. My Inner Procrastinator […]
I hate when it’s like this. When I’m pushing and pushing and not getting much of anywhere. Tonight I wrote…over 700 words, I think. Not so bad for a work night, but I struggled so hard for those words… I’m starting to get worried. I followed a lot of Holly Lisle’s suggestions. Maybe too many?
And don’t go giving me a biology lesson, either. I know that part. I got about six kids today, and more starting tomorrow. I don’t get it. Why the rush? Is someone passing out free tuition coupons? No one has tried to redeem one. (no, we don’t charge tuition. We also don’t have an unlimited
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I’m blogging a few days behind, and I can’t even remember Friday the sixth. How sad is that? My writing journal isn’t any help, I didn’t write anything. Must’ve been real exciting. Yep.
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So I got new sheets over the weekend, and I can finally give the ones borrowed from Bly back. (Hey, how was I to know I had not a single set of twin sheets to go on the new bed when I gave up my–sigh–waterbed mattress?) I washed them, dried them, and tonight I was
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It’s the first full payday in forever. Making a list is fun, admitting I’m going to run out of money before I hit the bottom of it, not so much. I must buy Hope a bed, though. Before she convinces someone she’s got it worse than Cinderella before her prince, sleeping on couch cushions on
I had group tonight. So I gave myself the night off, and didn’t write. Somehow it bothers me less to say it that way, than when I say I didn’t have any time to write. Which is the truth of the matter. *sigh* It should not be so hard to maintain a decent writing pace,