reconsidering my deadlines
So, yesterday I snuck out for an hour and wrote till I had 700+ words, and today I wrote 200+ words during luch break. I’m not feeling particularly elated about where I am, Vega-wise (and I have no progress in my critters story, but that could be simply because the story is a failure). What I have to figure out now is whether I’m not shiny-bouncy-happy because I have a deadline this strict or because of other reasons, or whatever.
The one thing I won’t do is word-padding (that would only screw up editing and I don’t want to do that since editing is, for me, way more complex than writing). Nor will I push myself to writing when I’m obviously stalled because my headlights are off.
Speaking of “writing as driving at night, being able to see only as far as headlights go”, this is me.
This also reminds me of the problem our car had not long ago, namely, the headlights screwed up every time the turn lights (whatever these are called in English) were switched in, or sometimes they screwed up deliberately, because of rain, because of heat, because of bad headlight day.
And when they’re off, I’ll better stop and check whatever is wrong than run in a pole.
