How Big's Your But?

Gina got a big ol but, oh yeah.

I can't write today. . .

It's too beautiful out!
I'm blocked.
I've got housework to do.
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With me being home at least 5 days a week now, there's no reason I can't churn out a chapter a day and get a rough finished draft of my book in about a month. Maybe two. (Remember, I'm already more than half finished).

I did finish a chapter yesterday and I'm going to aim for a new one today too. BUT there's my big ol but now... I won't accomplish that every day.

My but's just too big some days. "I'm tired." Being my favorite excuse. Some nights I don't sleep well. I wake up groggy and have zero motivation on those days to write.

Tell you a little secret though: when I sit down at the computer, well rested, fresh from the shower with a cup of coffee and complete silence, I get her done.

When I stumble to the keyboard with troll pencil hair, four hours of interupted sleep and two little maniacs tearing up my house in the background, and I FORCE myself to write. I get her done too.

When I go back and read a chapter I wrote on a day that had perfect writing conditions, it's pretty good.

When I go back and read a chapter I wrote on a day that had pathetic writing conditions, it's pretty good.

I can't later pick out which chapter I had to pry from my tired brain and which flowed from me like a river of inspiration.

If you got a big ol but like me, time to work it off.