Staying the course

Yes, I am wrenching that phrase back from the Republician leadership. Because that's exactly what I have done this month--I wrote every naptime, even when there were a million things I wanted to do, no, NEEDED to do. Wrote through many bouts of depression (which was unexpected...I thought that the depression would go away in the throes of writing). Wrote when I was completely out of words. And I wrote regardless of mood, or inspiration, or self-confidence. Regardless of any idea of talent, or lack thereof.


I'm nowhere near done with my story (just part one, or the first of nine Greek myths I plan to weave throughout my story), but I reached my word count goal. And more importantly, I proved to myself that, even with an intransigient toddler, a busy husband, and no child care, I could write 50,000 words. Not necessarily good words--hopefully that will come in the rewriting stage. But words, nonetheless. At the beginning of the month there was nothing--now there are 118 pages for me to work with.

I stayed the course.

50,023/50,000