31 hours working on writing not connected to the blog
This one is embarrassingly bad. I think I maybe got 3 hours in. I have this, well, thing I’m working on. Mr. Monkey calls it a novel but I don’t think that is accurate yet. It is 50 pages of stuff, loosely connected, largely terrible that I worked on a fair bit this spring and then have ignored most of the summer. During the spring I was pretty good about taking weekend time, hitting a coffee shop and doing some writing. Then we moved, we got busy, I haven’t found the right coffee shop yet and I got out of the habit of working on the thing.
I’ve started up again this week and it feels good to be trying, even if I feel pretty convinced that it will never amount to anything when it grows up.
Bottom Line: Possibly tied with Diet Coke for least progress toward goal.