Wednesday is edging to a close and I am just now checking in to Row80. This is my first check-in and I'm a little bit nervous. I don't know why. I think it may be because I spent the past hour or so writing. And it's weird. I can't remember the last time I did that without a deadline looming. Okay, okay, Row80 is a deadline of sorts, self-imposed and all that. But you know what I mean. Usually, I'm scrambling to get myself together for a critique group or some similar get-together where I'm expected to have pages.
Today? I just had a promise...made to myself and witnessed by a bunch of strangers who neither know me nor care whether or not I succeed. Who knew what a motivator that would be?
Or how nice it is to just sit and write without that panicked awareness of the time-clock ticking down the hours till I have to be...wherever.
And, yes, it's easy to say this now...just a couple of days in. I'm doing well but I'm just starting. Still, I'm optimistic.
So, my progress. I did not start writing on Monday, made an arbitrary decision that Row 80 for me started the day after I posted my goals. I posted my goals on Monday...so Tuesday was Day 1 and today is Day 2.
Days of Writing: 2
Words Written: 539
Days of Reading: 2
All in all? I'm pleased. If I want to make my journaling goal for the week, I'll need to journal for the next few nights. But I'm looking forward to it. Huh.