I’ve been writing copy all day at work for what feels like an eternity. I did my domestic duties and then I sat down for an hour and wrote some more. AND here I am fucking writing AGAIN.
I’ve gone mad and it’s only day one.
Tonight’s word count: 476
Not abysmal, but not ideal either. It’s a little under two pages done. Massively unedited, but ideas and names and shit are forming, so that’s cool. I imagine when I finally sit down to edit, I’ll take out 25% of that and be left with at least a short story. hahaha
I also deactivated Facebook today to minimize distractions (as well as removing the app from my phone’s home page). I’ve only instinctively went to check it about 14 times or so. Christ, what a ridiculous habit!