This may amuse you (I know it did Big). I reached the end of today (Monday), and wanted, almost desperately, to go to sleep. But I had to do my words, right? Those cursed, horrible, millstone around my neck, words. I told you I would do it, and I felt I ought to do it.
So, I forced my flabby, carp-white unathletic arse to grab this Boy Emperor sketch I started, and write a few (uninspired) lines on it. The total number was eighty-five words, which is even more pathetic than it sounds.
And I went to sleep, not content of a job well done, but at least able to say I hadn't failed. Much.
The next morning, I was taking my shower, when I realized that I had spent the morning before in the waiting room, writing in my magic notebook. I had already gotten a full session of writing done that day, and the stupid 85 words at the end were utterly unnecessary!
That, my friends, sucks. As will the sketch I'm writing. But at least it's writing.
Words Today: 571
Words Total: 32,520
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