Family stuff is kicking my butt this week. Seriously. Butt kicked.
(I know some people hate the word butt. Sorry. Please don't be offended.)
My word count was dismal. My emotional self was hollow. The only motivation I felt was when I was in my bed about to go to sleep and I would think, "dang, I really need to write this and this and this." Right before my exhausted body said, "ain't happenin' sister."
So, even with all my good intentions, my word count sucked.
(I know some people hate the word sucked. Sorry. Please don't be offended.)
I am going to try to get some serious word count in this week before I meet with my critique group again. But we'll see how it goes. Real life, mom life, wife life, they are all taking over my writing life at the moment. I have noticed in the past, though, that when my writing life is doing well, the rest of my life seems to follow suit, so I'll maybe try that and see if it can work for me one more time.
How did you do this week?