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I always feel so bad when I eat pancakes and don't use all of the butter they give me in the little butter cup. I mean, I certainly don't need that much butter and I know that eating that much butter is just a horrible idea, but they gave me all that butter. And if I don't use all of it, they'll just throw it away. They won't give it to somebody else. I can't waste the butter! So I put all of the butter on my pancakes so they end up oversaturated with butter.But damn do I love eating pancakes.

I set up a year-long schedule for writing my zombie story today. I just need to accomplish something with that. I thought about it. After a year of 'working' on it I ended up with 40 or so pages. A year. And now I'm at zero pages. That's horrible progress, and I feel utterly disappointed in myself because of it. So no more spinning my wheels. I can think and talk about this project forever, but it's time to really get serious about it. I've wasted a month already and I haven't written my new draft yet. I think having deadlines will give me the kick in the dick in the balls I need to get on track. Now I've got some set goals to work toward.

Or, you know, I'll end up not doing it and being unhappy forever.

Comments

Carolynn said…
Make a better story. You're working on that, so keep working on that. Don't worry about pages. What you want is something good.

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