Not quite anyhow.
You see, I was supposed to start “THE FIRST DRAFT” this morning,
But . . .
. . . the smallest human member of our family has been suffering the dreaded “Horkus Upallanitus” and sleep is something I haven’t gotten much of the last two days.
So, I slept in this morning to try to catch up.
Which means, if the little one sleeps well tonight (let me hope) I will be springing into first draft mode tomorrow AM.
Wish me luck – or better yet, a good night’s sleep this eve.
Now, I think I should set myself a page number writing goal and refuse to leave my lair for work until it is done.
I’m “thinking” three pages per morning is appropriate.
“Doing” may be another matter – but I will try.
So, by my own measures, I should have a full 15 pages plus by next week’s update.
My hands suddenly got clammy, and my breath is coming is small short gasps . . .
For those who have written a first draft you will understand that trepidation. First drafts are perhaps the hardest mental (and sometimes physical) tortures man (or woman) can inflict on themselves short of mind melding with and insane Vulcan or a bullet to the brainpan.
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Well, I feel your mouse-finger twitching to change the channel.
Happy surfing – and tune in next week when I either,
A) heap loads of excuses upon you for not meeting my goals or,
B) heap loads of excuses upon you for not . . . oh, already did that.
Just tune in next week – if you like.
Keep writing, and agonizing, and . . .
I’ll just shut up now.
Monday, March 19, 2007
you feel a draft in here?