My first week of trying to write 500 words a day has been a dismal failure.
30 Rock, Community, and Criminal Minds are more fun than writing. I like naps and reading novels and cool history books. I had to wash my hair. And peruse chihuahua puppies at the pet store, in spite of the fact that we live in an apartment complex that does not allow pets and I don’t like chihuahuas. The hubby is ill.
Of all my excuses, only a sick hubby isn’t completely threadbare. But it only takes about an hour to pick up Gatorade, Nyquil, and Vicks Shower Soothers, heat canned chicken soup, and tuck said hubby onto the couch with a quilt, PS3 controller, and orange juice. What have I been doing the other 30+ hours of free time I’ve had this week?
I have written about 1000 words this week, primarily penned on Tuesday and today. This is not a good start.