I, um… haven’t exactly gained any ground since Friday’s post.
In fact, residual stress and a sinus-induced migraine that won’t go away have been sapping my energy pretty much non-stop since then.
And what they haven’t taken, work has, so I’m nearly 8000 words behind my goal for the month.
But today will be day five of five in a row at work and then I’m off for the next two days.
And just in time for my two days off, I seem to be coming out of my stress-induced funk and regaining some lost energy, both creative and otherwise.
And even better, I am writing again and making small gains.
Very small, and, actually, I don’t know if I’d really call it “progress” so much as “falling behind more slowly.” The desire is back, though: not just the guilt of “I should be writing” but the energy of “I want to write.”
Of course, the energy of “I want to write” frequently gets knocked down by my body saying, “You can ‘want to write’ all you want but I need to sleep and I win.”
And then there’s the time thing. I can’t for the life of me figure out where the first part of this day has gone but I only have a little over an hour left before I have to get ready for work.
But still, the energy and desire are there, so even though I am close to 8000 words behind goal, my motto is:
“Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.”
I’m going to hang up a lucky horseshoe and blast my way through a whole bunch of words.