Falling Behind

Ah! It is too hard.

I'm too much of a sensitive, melancholy scaredy cat. Feeling sorry for myself about how rubbish I am is much more attractive than doing something to not be rubbish.

But no more! Probably. Over the weekend (Fri, Sat, Sun), my goal is to write 15,000 words. 15,000 words of utter drivel, if need be. That's an average of 5000 words per day, which I know that I can do. My longest Sunday Scribbling was 5000 words and I wrote it in a day. I think. Anyway, if I can pull this off, or almost pull it off, I'll be back on track.

If not, please launch your missiles at the source of this transmission. T_T