Today I wrote 909 words – squeezed like blood out of a stone. (If you read yesterday’s post, you’ll know that Monica McInerney will approve of my accidental number!)
Seriously. I did everything else but this daily no zero writing pact with myself. I groomed my horse. Fussed around with the garden hose. Tidied my desk. Rang a friend. Checked emails and FB too many times. Sought comfort from snacks. Until I made myself get it done.
And I still had hours in my day to walk off some of those calories and think about my plot structure. Oh and I bought this neat pile of loveliness (research???) in the op shop.