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Not if your foot's asleep.

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.

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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.
February 1, 2010 at 1:46 AM
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