"That which does not kill me makes me stronger."
This is my mantra these days. I had to stay up until one in the morning last night to get in my quota for the day, as well as make up for a sub-par writing day on Saturday. Trying to write 50,000 words in five weeks is a major challenge for me, but tackling this in the summer when my kids are home 24/7, and every weekend is packed with interesting activities was not the smartest thing for me to do.
Not that I am complaining. I am still excited about the possibility of doing something I never considered possible. I love the kick-start this has given my book. I love the focus I'm forced to take, and the discipline of writing. As my husband points out, I am very goal oriented. And I hate failure.
But I'm exhausted. And to top it off Jennifer wrote 6,000 words today. 6,000! If I could highlight that and add twinkly starts around it and put it on a billboard for you I would. 6,000! I keep going back to her blog to make sure I read it right. I can't even begin to think that high. I'm reaching for my Motrin as we speak.
And just as I think this MUST be a typo, that she has found some freakish tweak in the time/space continuum, Jenwriter announces she wrote 5,000. Yeah, I'll wait while you take that in and figure out how to breathe again.
Just kill me now. I'm competitive as the next guy (sometimes more), but I know when I'm beat (and humiliated!).
Still, I promised the numbers, so here they are:
Saturday: 403 (Pathetic, I know. Sometimes, though, family has to trump writing. Even during a challenge.)
For a grand total of 5,638.
There are 31 days left. That's 1,431 words a day to average. Tomorrow may be lower because I am hitting a research snag and will have to stop writing briefly to gather more information about medical testing, but I'm on track. Maybe to a fast death, but I'm on track!