Operation Capri Pants: I burned 600 calories yesterday (am TIIIIIRED today) and was only 140 calories over my calorie budget. Given the excessive working out, I’m gonna say that’s within the realm of okay, which means I’m on a 2 day streak.
I actually did sit down to write last night when I got home from work, but I was so exhausted from the working out that I passed out on the sofa until hubs got home. I could not resist the lure of the fluffeh puppeh cuddles. Sadly, despite Claire’s policy of “To nap or not to nap? NAP!” did not leave me with any brilliant insights. I got 54 words.
Guess I’ve got page fright after all.
Round 1 of ROW80 ends on Thursday. There are (counting today) 13 days between now and the start of Round 2. I am considering playing with something else in that span, just to get my feet wet. Either finishing out Riven (which lacks 10-12k) or taking a stab at Dragonbound (which I expect to come in between 8-10k). They count as productive procrastination, as both are projects I want to get out this year, and my brain has been happily tripping through Mirus-world. And I’d rather be producing something than nothing, obviously.
It’s funny, really. I find teenagers SO HARD TO WRITE, yet I have this real yen toward YA fiction. I’ve read LOADS of it the last couple of years, and I’ve got troops of them tromping through my head at all times. It’s a challenge. Most of the time I like a challenge, but I feel like I need to be in the right headspace to do this story justice. I REALLY want to do this story justice.
A lot of this feels like excuses and justification, which instinctively pisses me off. Just do it, right? Ah, such is the nature of page fright.