Day ninety-five of my 365 Day Writing Project.
Yesterday I only wrote 350 words. The day before that, only 300. And before that, 600. It has been a dismal week of writing by most accounts. But under the circumstances, for me in my little world, it has turned out to be triumphant. That’s because I have been been terribly unmotivated the past few days. I have been distracted and drained by other important things in my life. Writing got bumped lower down the list than it usually is. So it was no minor feat to get down 1,250 words the last three days. I had to force myself to write. Literally. I made myself sit down. Get the fingers on the keyboard. Do something with those fingers. Work the mind. Tickle the imagination. Write.
I FORCED myself. And I’m so glad I did. Because today, I’m back on track. It would have been so easy to take those days off. To just call a break. It would have been so easy to tell myself, “If I’m only going to write a small amount, I might as well just forget it.” It would have been so easy to convince myself to wait until I felt motivated again. But where would that have left me? I’ll tell you where: 1,250 words behind where I was this morning before the motivation kicked back in and I wrote another 1,000. And more than likely, if I hadn’t forced myself to write the last three days I would have still felt unmotivated today. I wouldn’t have gotten back on track so quickly. Three days off would have turned into a week, and then another week, and so on.
I’m 2,250 words better off having pushed on through those tough few days. And, I’m still writing every day. Triumphant.