Shouldn't there be more?
That’s what I thought after tallying up the words I wrote this week to state my total for the record here. There were three times fewer than I expected given how productive I felt. A bit of a bummer for a moment, but I’m looking for the win. I wrote. It felt kind of fun. There were enough words that it required addition to report the number.
I was right when I thought I’d appreciate having a homework assignment this week. I’m still preoccupied and was grateful to have a task — to plow through one new chapter. I didn’t finish, and by my word count, did I even write a page? Questionable. But it was nice to sit with some completely new ideas rather than beating all my existing ones against each other over and over again. I guess that’s where the fun came in. I was creating again of questioning and injecting and pruning. I like questioning and injecting and pruning! I’m good at it! But if it was never cloudy you wouldn’t appreciate the sun, right? So the change of pace was nice.
I’m looking forward to what else might feel stirred up when I finish the chapter. Maybe in another week or two at this pace. Slow and steady and all that. Maybe.
Week 101: It’s fine. It’s good!
Some everyday: No
Words: 482
See you next week.
The peering ostrich & comment is hysterical 😂