Everything I worked on today ended up possessing about the same appeal as a steaming pile of schnauzer turds. I don't know why. All I know is my Drafts folder must have some pretty serious guardian angel stuff going on, because I was this close to pressing the red button today. Sayonara stories. See you in prose purgatory.
I guess maybe I'll wake up tomorrow happy I didn't nuke them, but today's efforts put a real strain on my relationship with my Drafts folder. We still aren't speaking. I came straight to Internet Explorer just now and didn't even look in on D. We'll make up later, I'm sure, but for now I'm pissed.
Now I'm sitting here wondering what will change tomorrow. I mean, I'm pretty sure D will be exactly the same, so it looks like this is probably going to be up to me. What am I going to do differently?
Here are a few things I'm going to try:
- First thing in the morning, I'm going to run some errands and get a few things done that I've been putting off. This will free my mind of these distractions.
- I'm going to treat myself to a decent lunch. I've been hunched over a keyboard eating microwave pizzas too much lately.
- Time is running short and I have other projects to be starting on, so when I sit down to work, I am going to say, out loud: "I am going to get through at least two full rounds of revision before I stop for the day." (Hey, Navy SEALs use verbal reinforcement. If it's good enough for them...)
NASCAR drivers crash. Quarterbacks throw interceptions. Presidents perform bonehead maneuvers. Writers write crap. But only sometimes. We have to remember to give ourselves credit for the rest of the time--the time we spend doing it right.
D, you're off the hook. I forgive you. I hope you can forgive me too. I can't wait to see you tomorrow.
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