Despite an onslaught of insects (ants and spiders), and some slight noise of a new person moving in upstairs, the mini-Clarion was largely successful. I managed to crank out a small but respectable amount, and the wordcount now stands at:
It’s not as much as I wanted, but I tend to not beat myself over the head if I miss my own targets. I don’t believe in “muses” or the like, but I do believe that you can work your imagination at full throttle for only so long, then you have to give it a rest. No need to force it, if you don’t have to. The goals I set are to keep me on my toes, not to discourage me. I was on my toes, I wrote a lot, I dealt with life, and that’s the way it goes.
From now through the end of the month, if I write 500 words a day minimum, I’ll have it finished in full by the end of the month. Problem is, I don’t have the exact due date of the story, which makes me nervous. If I find out it’s due June 1, I can do it – but it gives me no time for editing or polishing. I don’t want to bother the editor, but I’m going to have to bug him for an exact date. I hate being so anal, but having a date to work toward helps. Because I’m, you know, anal. 