God bless Stephen King. He laid out my writing goals for me, and so far I’ve been able to hit them. But today I surpassed them—twice. Not only have I exceeded my goal of 80K, I’ve surpassed it twice now.
And I’m not finished.
I did, however, fall down on my blogging goal yesterday (Damn that Super Bowl), but I feel great today. I’m not finished, but I think tomorrow I will be. That gives me a couple of days to improve the website and get started marketing this manuscript. I already have plans for the next memoir, but I think I should take a break from this for awhile and take a crack at fiction again.
So far, the goals I set for myself have been met in other ways too. I finally, finally have a sense of discipline about this activity. I’ve never had that before. I’d attend workshops or talk with authors and they all said the same thing: Establish a routine, stick to your schedule, go easy on yourself. Up until this sabbatical, I’d never made it past the routine part. Writing was a luxury, not a daily activity. Now, when I take a day off, I feel like I’m cheating myself. At least that’s the way I felt yesterday, so today, instead of two thousand words, I wrote five thousand.
I’ve never done that before. It’s exhilarating.