Holy Frijole!

So. This happened like a week ago, but then I was in decompression mode. So I didn't feel like updating the glory of my accomplishments. But I finished a story!

It clocked in at like 120,000 words. Which is freakishly larger than my first story that stopped at 40K. What the hell. What the hell. 

It got out of hand. Seriously insanely out of hand. Which makes my other story seem like it will be equally demented and long. Not especially looking forward to the thought of that.

I thought I'd just power through the end of Starlight, so I could get that one off my plate, and just focus on two projects. The powering did happen, but going at it that way just kind of made me crazy and now my other two projects have now been neglected for over two weeks. Which isn't the end of the world, but maybe I was just a little over optimistic with my limits. 

So. I've been 'decompressing' this week. Which means I've been writing about all sorts of other things that I don't have people waiting to read. Which means that anything with a deadline has fallen tragically far behind.

Ah well. We all slip up from time to time. 

My June has been going much better than April, or May for that matter. Which is a relief. I thought maybe I had broken my 'goal meeting' mentality and would just slip further and further behind. In fact, all I have to do for the rest of the month is write two thousand words and I'll meet my goals. That's much more reassuring than last month on the 30th thinking about having to write almost 10k in a day. 

I'm at 660,000 right now, well past the half way point, with 700,000 in my sights. Which is really exciting. I'm already scouring the internet for the uber fancy wine I'm going to drink when I hit one million. Is that counting my chickens before they hatch? Technically. But dammit, I'm excited. Six months ago I didn't have any kind of plan whatsoever. I had a few spreadsheets where I had been monitoring my writing progress for no real reason. 

And now? Goals! Like a grown up! Granted, these goals are totally arbitrary and the only thing I'm gaining from them is most likely the wine I get to drink at the end. But STILL! I like to think that after one million words my writing will have improved, after all, that was the original idea. But even if it hasn't, and I'm still just an incredible hack. Dammit. I will have accomplished something! That's totally rad! 

In my feeble little world it is anyway. 

And that's where I'm at. I still haven't gotten back on track for updating things that I should be. But I'm not overly concerned about it. Breaks are healthy. Even if you end up doing the same thing you do when you're not on a break...