it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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writers is nuts.

So this weekend, I wrote about a thousand words on a short story, cooked several good meals, completely screwed up a loaf of bread, walked six miles, paid bills, called my mom, did several sinks full of dishes, played with my dogs, read two books and a play and made serious headway on another book, participated in several amusing online discussions, did weights, comforted a friend, went grocery shopping, bought shirts, bought my mom's birthday present, figured out six major plot points on the novel, collected a rejection letter or two, got sixteen glorious hours of sleep--

--and because I only wrote about 400 words on the NOVEL, I feel like I wasted two days.

WHAT is UP with THAT?

*bludgeons the guilt-gorilla with a Jerry Springer style aluminum chair*

Get thee behind me, Satan!
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