Here’s how yesterday played out:
I woke up early and played some World of Warcraft. It was fun. Really fun. I sensed within myself the desire to do nothing but play WoW all day, writing goals be damned.
Quickly, I opened my journal and wrote yesterday’s entry. Then I went back to playing my new little Horde warrior.
Throughout the morning and afternoon, your comments trickled in. Folks posted their goals, talked about inspiration, posted snippets of their success. And, as I had hoped, the peer support and peer pressure grew… along with a healthy dose of guilt for posting that entry and then failing to write.
In the afternoon, I wrote for about two hours and got 800 new words. Then a whole bunch of my friends logged into WoW, and I couldn’t resist logging in to hang out with them.
More comments came in. I’d only logged 800 words for the whole day, my “day of writing.”
Around 8pm, I couldn’t take it anymore. I said good-bye to my warrior, put on my headphones, and dove back into the story.
I was still writing at 10, at 11, at midnight. But I wasn’t done. Not until 1am, after 3700 words, did I type the last sentence of my novel, save the file, and stumble off to bed.
Thank you guys so much for kicking me when I needed to be kicked.
Above World: Draft Zero finished at 58,000 words.
I wrote my second novel!!!