Busy, tonsillitis, vacation, or the best one of all.
“Not Today. I’ll Do It Tomorrow”.
This isn’t about writing.This is about exercising on my treadmill.
My current wip suffered along with my lazy ways. For me, Butt In Chair, the necessary element to a writer, meant blogging, checking other blogs and Amazon music, and research of improbable new tools.
I signed up even though Ambition rolled its eyes. This path was very familiar.
I snarled, dug deep, and cut back on
goofing off the intensive research and wrote
through several sticking points in my manuscript. My intended antag slapped me
upside the head and told me to look elsewhere for the mastermind of all mayhem.
*OT- Don’t you LOVE those Allstate ‘mayhem’ commercials? Especially the ‘blind spot’. LOL*
Okay, we’re back.
To make a short story long, I had to buy a ticket to ride the roller coaster. Or muscle my way in since the Muse had left me. Once again I turned to my treadmill to clear and focus my mind. See here for an earlier post regarding this phenomenon.
Since then, my Stats returned to the land of Satisfactory:
Beginning Word Count: 76,225
End of Week One: 78,393
Week Two: 82,610
Week Three: 88,100
Bonus: two miles every day and minus ten pounds.
Birth of a Novel + Lady Gaga + Treadmill = Completion of a MS.