I have no clever excuses today. There were plenty of times I could have simply switched windows on my computer and started typing. But I didn’t.
Even leaving Scrivener open overnight so I couldn’t not see it when I fired up my computer this morning didn’t help.
Maybe the cavity removal/refill that left my face numb for half the day was to blame. Maybe my job was too exhausting. Perhaps I’m still riding the high from this weekend when I wrote and submitted a 1,000-word short story for the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction contest—and I actually liked how it turned out.
Or, it’s my crippling fear and self-destructive tendency to play small keeping me from the page. Still.
Either way, the only reason I think I wrote anything is because of this blog. Because I decided I needed to hold myself accountable with a word count on my manuscript at the end of every post. Somehow that works to keep me (semi) motivated.
(# Of words I wrote for my manuscript today: 308)