101, 102, 104, 103, 102, 103, 95
Number of words I’ve written on each of the last seven days? Nope. Those are the actual high temperatures in my town last week. And let me tell you, 95 degrees felt like a friggin’ cold front. We are on, like, day 9,263 of triple digit temps for this year. I can barely function – it’s taking a concerted effort to lay on my sofa in a t-shirt and not sweat.
But, I have decided I must persevere, like my frontier ancestors before me, and forge ahead with my trusted non-fat chai latte (iced, of course) by my side.
Now, most adults I know schedule their lives on the annual calendar. For whatever reason my brain still plans via the academic calendar (it’s the thwarted professional student in me). So, my year is quickly drawing to a close and I feel I must regroup for the fall semester. This requires a quick review of my goals:
- Finish Current WIP – in a manner of speaking it is, but recent revisions from an editor request require continued tweaking;
- Plot 2 more stories: complete one and have first draft of other by year end – Okay, this is probably reaching for me, but in my defense, I did have to return to a full-time day job, so my time is not quite as dedicated to writing as I’d like. I still hope to complete one more manuscript before the end of the calendar year, however;
- 3 submissions out at all times – Check. This one I’m actually managing to follow through with;
- Enter Golden Heart – I’m on target for this come November;
- Get PRO designation – I’m working on it, Courtney.
So, full speed ahead between now and Decemeber. Or until my electric bill bankrupts me and I’m living on the street.
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