So I would love to tell you that I spent the weekend not only diligently writing 1,667 words each day. I would love to tell you that I surprised myself by exceeding the suggested daily word count and wrote pages upon pages.
But I can’t. I just wasn’t as nearly as productive as I had hoped to be. Oonce down the slippery slope of well if I didn’t do it yesterday, and I’m not going to be able to make up the missed writing days it seemed almost easy to stop.
I’m not in the mood to write. I have other things to do on a Sunday. I want to relax. Excuses after excuses. They were piling up. Until I started to tell my husband I hadn’t made my NaNo word count Saturday or Sunday (it was still mid-afternoon at that point) to which he responded – well get busy, I’m counting on you.
It’s not that he’s pressuring me to write–he is always the first to support my decision to stop writing for x or y if I decide to–rather, he knows how important my writing is to me.
Plus, he’s really enjoying The Achdus Club books. He spent the weekend repeating a line of dialogue from Trouble Ahead, saying: “We have to get The Achdus Club together, stat!”
Now, get back to writing. Stat!