Today I was going to get so much done. Change my blog site, write twice as many words, get my blog written earlier in the day. I planned it all, and like this old goose, I let everyone know what I was going to do.
I gave it a little try, only I went to bed really late, and then I woke up even later. I came out to the computer and sat down. I beat the water a little bit, wrote the minutes for the CCWA writers group from the day before and posted them to Facebook. Opened my novel’s file, but then thought maybe I ought to eat some leftover chicken noodles I’d made the day before.
So, I went down to settle in front of the television and surf through Netflix and Amazon until I picked a stupid movie to watch while I ate. Homemade stock from chicken quarters, but ready-made noodles, yummy. Like this big goose, I felt too fat and lazy to tackle technology when it’s much easier to just float along.
Tonight when I came back up, I decided I’d better work on my novel, rather than waste the rest of the day battling with things I don’t understand. Made my thousand words, then, of course, I needed to do this post thing. Finally, felt like I’d taken flight with the words all flowing.
I may never get an email list, and that’s okay. I really only want to write until I see where this story is going. Right now, he is leaving and their hearts are breaking at being pulled apart, and it is slow writing.
But I never forget that this is my goal. To write and work and polish a story until it is good enough to pull a reader along with me on the journey.
I may never be a whiz or entrepreneur or any of the things a modern successful Indi-Author is supposed to be. But some days, it’s enough to be a silly old goose and just write.