Still Working Hard (or Hardly Working)

I set two stupid goals for this month that I have been trying not to blow off: writing every day and getting my novel "Balms & Sears" to 75% recorded.

On the first goal, I have BARELY managed to write every single day this month, though the other night, I was falling asleep and I asked myself, "Was there something I was supposed to do today that I didn't do?"  I had remembered to exercise, so I figured I was in the clear, but then I thought of my writing goal, and wrote three anemic paragraphs . . . which may not be great, but still counts.  

I split another chapter in two last night, which brings the total to sixty-three, and I have thirty-eight done.  By my math, that puts me at 60% finished (which is almost exactly six hours long).  If I manage one more chapter every other day this month, I'll finish the whole audiobook, not just my goal of 75%.  

It is exhausting, though.  B&S is the longest thing I've ever written, and I am simply not cut out for this sort of thing.  There are too many characters and too many subplots and I can't maintain it all, much less keep track of continuity.  Nope, when this is done, I'm going back to short stories and the occasional novella, thanks.