My lofty, lofty goal for this weekend proved to be a little too lofty. I can’t properly express my disappointment. I know I’m still ahead of schedule to hit 50,000, but my personal goals for myself are falling to the wayside. Schoolwork is getting in the way, and quite honestly it’s a little sad.
I would like nothing more than to hole myself up in my room for the next 22 days and write nonstop. It would be the most insane, intense experience of my life, and I honestly believe I’d come out better because of it. Unfortunately, that’s not the way life works. It’s certainly not the way life works for a college freshman with a busy as heck schedule.
I can take some solace in the fact that I am only 5,000 short of my lofty goal for the weekend, and take pride in the fact that I am 2,000 ahead of where I was when I sat down an hour and a half ago to start writing. Unfortunately, staying up past midnight is not exactly an option tonight. There may be something inside that drives me to continue writing, but I think I’ve just about hit my breaking point for the night.
I won’t make excuses (although I’d like very much to blame it on having to outline an entire speech this afternoon). I will just plow through the next couple days with an extreme vigor.
My new lofty goal? Is to hit 20,000 by the end of tomorrow. I know. Can’t take me for my word anymore.
Well, trust me. My social life will be at a dangerous low tomorrow. I will leave my room for class and not much else. The spare moments? I will be attached to this keyboard. Braden, Lillian, Parker, and whoever else pops into my story tomorrow will be sorely disappointed in me if I don’t hold true to that. And having your characers mad at you is not a good thing at all.
New lofty goal, here I come!
Goodnight, Day Eight!
