Promises, production, and pain

Last week CP and I made a pact to write at least 100 words a day.

When I began this manuscript, I wrote at least 500 words a day. But with one thing and another, over the months, production slipped. So, although 100 seemed paltry compared to what I used to do, or what I could or should do, I thought it a reasonableĀ  minimum, small enough not to feel threatening or to spark the dreaded Writer’s Block.

If I’d known I was going to rejoin Curves today, however, I would have held out for only fifty.

I made one Curves circuit, fifteen minutes of pushing and pulling against hydraulic resistance. Twice would have possible but stupid. In the first place, I have no sense of proportion. No shades of gray. It’s all or nothing. If I’d stayed, I would have ended up putting every scrap of energy I possessed into doing battle with those machines. And at the end of the day, I’d have felt worse than I do now.

In the second place, …I’ve forgotten what’s in the second place.

That’s an indication of how fit I am to add 100 words to Molly’s story before I crater.

But a pact is a pact. Is a pact.

Rats.

6 thoughts on “Promises, production, and pain

    1. Well, that did cross my mind. I would have to go back and look at the language in the contract. But I know what was in CP’s mind, and it had nothing to do with my blog, more’s the pity. I guess I have to do the work for it to get easier, right?

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  1. Great idea, Kathy. Sometimes, I tell myself: I am going to sit here and stare at my story for five minutes. Five minutes, that’s all. But then, since I’m staring, I read something. Ooh, that’s a little clunky, let me fix that sentence. Then, well, what about the next sentence, I can fix it, and let’s go on down, there’s an idea I had for a scene…and before I know it, an hour has gone by. Or two hours.

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