La Vie Boheme

Lazy Sunday

Well, lazy weekend, really. I took yesterday completely off, but managed about 1700 words today. I figured out that I'm about three days behind my "1500 words a day" projection. Considering the horrific week I had last week, that's really not so bad. I'm just dealing with a little touch of frustration, because I feel like I could be pushing myself harder than I am. I mean, on the one hand, that's silly. I'm getting myself into a regular writing schedule, and I'm doing it almost every day, for at least three hours a day. I guess I feel like I could be doing MORE with that three hours, or that I have more than three hours to spare, given my uniquely open schedule at the moment.

Before you all comment and smack me upside the head: I know. I know I'm probably expecting too much of myself. There're just days when five pages a day doesn't seem like a lot of output. On days like that, I end up taking too far of a step back and look at the wall I'm building, then look at the brick in my hand and get discouraged. Labor Day is looming. I really want the first draft finished by then. I have to start accepting that it may not happen, that September 30th may be a much more realistic goal, if only because this is going to run longer than the 60,000-70,000 words I'd originally envisioned. And in the long run, it's better to take longer to turn out a good quality first draft than to spend the extra time ripping my hair out over a crappy first draft.

If only I could continually remain convinced of that fact...