The past few days I fell behind, and this morning I calculated that I needed to write 2,946 words to catch up to the goal.
I was discouraged, but promised myself that after every block of 500 words, I could eat an Oreo.
Guess what? I hit the goal. My word count is now 15,012, well into the awkward teens. Actually, halfway through the teens.
This bodes well. I'm completely rejuvenated and back on track! :)
Although I'm also enormously stressed. I have two major essays due soon, one next Thursday and one the Monday after that. And I haven't started either one. I usually thrive when I have to work last-minute, but I think my sanity is starting to erode.
I wish I wasn't so good at procrastinating!