So I would love to tell you that I spent the weekend not only diligently writing 1,667 words each day. I would love to tell you that I surprised myself by exceeding the suggested daily word count and wrote pages upon pages.
But I can’t. I just wasn’t as nearly as productive as I had hoped to be. Oonce down the slippery slope of well if I didn’t do it yesterday, and I’m not going to be able to make up the missed writing days it seemed almost easy to stop.
I’m not in the mood to write. I have other things to do on a Sunday. I want to relax. Excuses after excuses. They were piling up. Until I started to tell my husband I hadn’t made my NaNo word count Saturday or Sunday (it was still mid-afternoon at that point) to which he responded - "Well get busy, I’m counting on you."
No he's not pressuring me to write, he's giving me the time to do because he knows how important my writing is to me. Plus, I loves seeing how the books turn out! He's a fan.