I feel goofy stating a learned lesson after completely failing to reach my goal
Ix-nay on the writing-a-short-story-everyday-for-365-days venture. I got a week behind (due to a week so full and satisfying that it surely could have provided enough fodder to get through to, oh, at least October) and the idea of playing catch up kind of ruins the fun. While it’s absolutely less romantic now that the deadline/daily quota thing is screwed up, it was also probably not realistic time-wise to be able to output stuff that often. The quality wouldn’t have been that great anyway. And now there’s a reason (and maybe a little residual guilt due to failure to complete the initial project goal) to write little spontaneous things. And that’s just fine. Although self-imposed deadlines are no doubt the most effective, it’s also good to let yourself cruise when the world dictates so many other time lines for you.
After a whirlwind last two weeks, there are a couple of really appealing things that I’d like to do. One is blogging, one is running and one is sleeping. Sleep first to rest up for the run, which will be cathartic enough to write a good post.
