Well. Let’s see. Among other things this week, I wrote a little bit of flash fiction, which is currently sitting in someone’s slush pile. I’m quite happy with that. Finishing something, for two weeks in a row, feels nice. :3
I’m also back to work on my novel, with a toehold duly found, and I hope to progress further with that in days to come.
I’ve also been musing on setting goals this week.
A lot of writers I know set a wordcount goal, a specific number of words to get down. Every time I’ve tried it, I inevitably find myself failing to meet the goal, and it feels like it’s just not worth continuing with. I mean, I failed, right?
Well, if you are an avid fooz-follower, you’ll remember I set into motion a writing schedule. This is time marked out for working on writing, not a wordcount goal. Now, naturally, I occasionally fail to use my time allocated for writing, writing. But somehow, for me, the goal still sticks. Just because yesterday I was a lazy guy, that doesn’t change that today, I still need to get in my hours at the keyboard.
It means that after a dry spell, instead of having a week of failure, I’ve got time I need to clear and sit at my keyboard for.
It’s an interesting difference, motivationally speaking, and one I’m still musing on, but I feel like setting a schedule is just a much better fit for me than a set wordcount to reach, and the realization’s a pleasant enough one for me to want to note it down. :3