Good morning and welcome to another wonderful week of writing.
Well. At least I’m hoping it will be wonderful. Last week was a reminder from the universe not to get too cocky, as I was slapped down hard from my pedestal on Tuesday when my purse was stolen right out of the front seat of my car while I nipped inside the daycare to pick up my kids.
Don’t worry, we’re all okay and really the only thing the theft cost me was time and convenience, but as you can imagine forging ahead on the writing front was a secondary concern.
While it would be easy to look at my big fat goose egg of a word count and feel disappointed (understandable distractions aside), especially given the ambitious goals I have set for myself, that is just not the path I am choosing to take. Instead of getting down on myself, I am celebrating the victories, no matter how small. Like finally figuring out why I was so blocked on this opening scene and penning the first few paragraphs to fix it! Like overcoming my irrational fear of audiobooks so I can get reading done on the car. Like the feeling of a pen in my hands and seeing the words shining on the page in ink.
Those are all wins in my book, and I’m building on every single one of them this week. No more looking back, only forward.