I took Monday off 'cause it was my birthday and because I've had a harder time of it since Sunday. The last few days have been much harder. I don't really want to write, I actively want not to write. But I want to do this even more than that, so I make myself sit down and write. One nice thing about having my writing time broken up is that I'm never looking at having to get through 1667 words in one shot. I can write some in the morning, then when I get home I can usually say "Oh, it's just another 800 words, I can do that."
To get myself started, I remind myself, "It doesn't matter if the words suck, it doesn't matter if they're dull and uninspired, just write them down." Which, as bold, motivating speeches go, sucks. It's no St. Crispin's Day speech, but it works. It's usually enough to make me poke at the keys.
And y'know, when I go back and read over the previous day's stuff, it's never as bad as I felt it was at the time.
36k in, 14k to go, and I'm heading into the final battle scene. If I can't get at least 10k out of a big fight between a vampire and two witches, four werewolves, and a smokin' hot Catholic priest, I deserve to lose this thing.
