For the first time, well ever, I met my writing goals this week. Okay, it helped immensely that the census is down at the home health agency where I work for actual pay, and I only worked 4 real hours this week, but I did it!
I sent off two agent submissions; I reworked a picture book manuscript; I wrote at least 250 words a day (tiny, I know, but I have to start somewhere!), and I started some research on a middle grade project. (Applause).
I've tried setting goals in the past, but the words just hung out on my board like curly parsley on a plate of turkey. It looks good, but there's no way anybody's gonna eat the stuff.
Well, this week, I ate it! And it didn't make me sick! In fact, it made me feel pretty darn good. (Do you think this would work for the gym, too?)