Another good session of writing (note that the ‘good’ here means the words landed on the page quickly and without too much effort, not that they are any good).
I just hit 8,000 words. 8,031 to be exact.
At this early stage every thousand words is an achievement, a milestone, a reason to celebrate. I feel proud of my achievement, I feel good about having done the work, and I feel enthused about coming back to write tomorrow. It feels like an adventure, and I’m thrilled that I’m progressing something I want to do.
But…
I’m wondering how long this enthusiasm will last.
How long till I resent the effort to sit down and type these measly 350 words. How long till every thousand words becomes viewed as just another weight around my neck?
This might sound melodramatic, but I know myself. Every good habit, every fun hobby, even friendships become difficult to face and simply too burdensome to bother with. The fact I have the many good friends I currently have is a testament to their willingness to put up with me despite myself.
I think I lack commitment. Whether this is fear of failure, fear of success, or simply fear of exertion, I am known for pursing things to a certain state and then dropping it.
I have a set of watercolour paints I have barely used.
I have book reviews I’ve committed to and never done.
I have nearly 5oo unpainted Warhammer 40k miniatures.
I have a back-catalogue of unfinished PlayStation games, all played to the point of where it becomes difficult and then abandoned.
I really hope I finish this book…
Let’s see I guess.
Daily word count: 481
Total word count: 8,031.
Did some drawing with Mr 5 and Ms 3 today – playing with watercolour pencils. Fun drawing and painting with the kids, and really relaxing. Happy with the result too (for someone who hasn’t picked up a proper pencil in a while).
Today’s soundtrack:
Uncertain Tales 