It’s been a bad week. I did go to the tiny gym at work and walk slowly on the treadmill while doing some writing, which felt good. Yes, I hurt a couple days later, but the idea is that tiny, manageable steps are better than a huge change that I can’t live with.
So ROW80 lets us set and adjust our own goals. This is a good thing.
This is necessary.
If I was trying to tie myself to someone else’s goals, I’d be failing miserably. I have not even met my own goals this week. I set myself the goal of 500 words a day being “acceptable” but even that has been beyond my grasp this week.
So I look at the goals and see whether I need to alter them. As I stated, tiny manageable steps are better than huge looming behemoths. I am able to go to the gym once a week for just a couple of hours, and walk slowly with long breaks for stretching. It isn’t much. But it is something I know I can do.
The thing is, I know I can do 500 words a day. For me, that’s less than an hour. My problem this week was that our family’s schedule was disrupted with a couple people being sick. I fell into the trap of “If my environment and timing isn’t perfect, I won’t do it at all.”
Every Mom knows there is some truth behind this. I’m not totally diva-ing out. It is almost a certainty that I will be interrupted within minutes of starting if I haven’t done the whole “Everybody Leave Mommy Alone, It’s Writing Time” thing.
Then again, that is my life at the moment. Having my youngest in Preschool helps, and next year having her in week long, full day Kindergarten will be even better. My older daughter, who has special needs, seems to be improving and adjusting and needing fewer interventions.
So, the goals… do I readjust them? No, I think not. Not yet… but I need to let myself do “throw away” writing if I don’t feel like I can fully dive into my WIP. Even if it’s crappy, it’s good writing exercise, and I know from personal experience that if I keep in the habit of writing I will become stronger and be able to write more and better each day.
Tonight, I have a writer’s meeting. It will be the first time I’ve seen the group since getting my rejection letter for the anthology. I plan to put on my big-girl panties and suck it up, encouraging my fellow writers even though my story was not accepted. After all, it was one story, this one time, in this one anthology, and that one rejection does not mean I’m not a good writer.
I’ll be hopping everybody else’s updates when I get back.
Have you ever had to interact with someone who had previously rejected you as a writer?