September Word Count: 546…. Yea, there’s is no missing numbers either.
I only managed that measly number because I wrote in 20 minutes on a lunch break one day.
My life consists of working, walking and going to bed, basically.
I know all the tips and tricks of trying to get those words down- like waking up an hour earlier than usually, but I’ve tried that and I just sit staring at the roof like a half-zombie hybrid, drool still coming from my mouth.
Or staying up a bit later. I always bring my laptop upstairs with me, with the idea of getting work done but I always end up snoring my brain out the minute I hit the bed, with the thought— I’LL DO IT TOMORROW…I fucking hate that thought, that is the reason I don’t get as much work down as I should, that and I’LL DO IT AT THE WEEKEND…No, Sarah, your not, something else is going to come up and you’re not going to get it done. So, sit your lame-ass-excuse-of-a-writer’s-ass down and get those words written, even if it means writing crap. Get the work done…NOW!
If I kept up with my writing, I probably wouldn’t have needed to keep an approaching anxiety attack from happening on the bus the other day. It would have kept me in a more chilled out mood, because then at least I’d be writing and my days’s aren’t slipping by without any progress.