How is that possible? This year has been a non-stop thrill ride since about March. Things started well, but then surgeries and COVID and deaths in the family have been throwing wrenches left, right and centre, with no end in sight.
Is this what getting old is? Just increasing problems until you drop dead?
Target: 800 words
Written: 854 words, novella: The MungkIs it goodwill when it’s what’s expected?
Does it always have to be above and beyond?
Or can we just say, hey, that was nice, no matter how small it was?
Target: 800 words
Written: 465 words, novella: The MungkNervousness abounds. Apparently, I’ve been successful enough to continue forward.
Deep breaths. Pray.
Target: 800 words
Written: 962 words, novella: The MungkI carry all my stress in my shoulders. I meditate. I do yoga. I exercise, in small increments.
But my shoulders are always so goddamn stiff.
I had an impingement in my right shoulder I had to do three months of physio on to get rid of, partially, a few years back.
Now, it appears the same problem is true of my left shoulder.
As they say, carry too much weight, your joints go first.
Target: 800 words
Written: 1382 words, novella: The MungkRolling to Trenton today. Still almost hit my targets.
See? I’m getting better. The whole point of this was to build stamina, and stamina we shall build.
Target: 800 words
Written: 790 words, novella: The MungkIt’s weird, being nervous about something new.
If the glimmer pans out, it could be life changing.
If it doesn’t, life crippling.
But, you know. Don’t put all your eggs in one basket, as though life gave us these options.
Target: 800 words
Written: 367 words, novella: The MungkAll my goodwill is spent. Time to buckle down.
Target: 800 words
Written: 1043 words, novella: The MungkI know how it looks. I’ve spent almost all the extra effort I put into writing that got me way ahead of where I wanted to be. Part of that is in the design.
I’m a big believer in kaizen, big changes wrought by a series of seemingly innocuous and small changes. When I got back into writing, I wanted to build up my stamina. Three to four thousand words a day was killing me, so I thought – try a hundred. Just for a few days.
Then add a hundred. It only takes me maybe four or five minutes to do that, which is extremely manageable in a day. Add another five here, another five there and you build up stamina. It doesn’t seem like an imposition, to say, I’m setting aside two to three hours every day. Five minutes is easy. And it’s easy to blow past it if you’re in the zone and want to finish what you’re doing.
Now, I have it about thirty minutes, and while I’ve been slacking lately because of work and depression, I know it’s not an imposition. Thirty minutes for the thing I love doing? Easy. In any case, all my words that I got ahead by when it was all easy and low targets is almost gone and I’ll have to buckle down again if I want progress.
Expect that shortly, although… not today.
Target: 800 words
Written: 50 words, novella: The MungkI don’t want to jinx it, but some good news came my way. I can only pray this works out, because it would mean a significant change in circumstance.
Of course, it will probably crush me in the end, but hey? A boy can dream.
Target: 800 words
Written: 192 words, novella: The MungkMonday again. The same, horrible Monday as always. Bad work. Bad motivation.
Nearly behind.
Always behind.
I’ve spent all my goodwill.
Target: 800 words
Written: 87 words, novella: The Mungk