There are some weeks like that, when armed with your best intentions and a clear schedule, you end up getting nothing done.
Then there are weeks like the past one, where there are sick people in your house and basically, no peace because it's public holiday after public holiday and everyone's at home. Yet when you look at your progress, you see you've gotten a staggering amount done.
I have no idea how I did it. Maybe I do strive under pressure. Just like I can't study before there's only one week left to the exam, or just a few days left to submit an assignment - maybe writing too works the same way for me. Stress becomes a catalyst that pushes you to get the job done because it's the only sanity you'll get in all the madness.
Oh well, whatever it is, I'll take it. I'm moving along on my WIP, and I won't scorn that. Or try to analyse too much. Brain's already enough of mush atm.
Happy weekend, all!
From Mauritius with love,
Zee
2 comments:
hmmmm-
I think this blog of yours just proves what I was saying on my blog- that the chemo has given you super powers and you've been stealing my *time* which is why you got a "staggering amount of work done" and I got nothin'.
FYI, I want some of your staggering production. Please send it asap. *G
Lol. If only that radiation therapy gave me super writing powers... Hmm, not so far fetched an idea, innit? :)
I'm burning the candle at both ends, Trish - that's the secret. Will send some writing mojo your way right now! *G*
Hugs
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