How is it already 6th August and I’ve only written two of the 15 chapters I am hoping to write this month? And those two I wrote on the same day in a burst of beginning-of-challenge brilliance.
Today I am poised for a wardrobe cull, which I intend to start after writing this, though I probably should steno chapter 24 before embarking on the cull. I am hoping to discover that I am in a ruthless and realistic mood. I am also hoping my unstable website will hold out until I migrate it to a new web hosting with a .com suffix instead of .co.uk. This issue is causing me far more stress than it should.
I don’t even know what I’m going to write chapter 24 about. I am also not convinced that telling myself to write 15 chapters over this month was the positive goal I intended it to be. I should have aimed low and allowed ample room for praise for every chapter over the low goal. But 15 is stuck in my head.
Cull or write, cull or write, or coffee or cull or write …