Okay, last week I blogged about how I'm allergic to exercise, because it gives me sore muscles and stuff, well, right now, my creativity hurts. I've been using it a lot, and it's a little sore. Really. Like this:
But, I'm a girl and have been all my life.
Why does my creativity hurt like this? What have I done to the poor thing? I imposed a deadline on myself. Crazy, I know, but I want to be done with my new draft in two weeks. Where am I now? Chapter five--but, they're five all-new chaps with two brand new characters and major plot changes. Sigh.
I only have to write (or revise if they still fit with the new and improved, sparkly plot) 75,000 more words in the next fifteen days. That's only like 5,000 words a day, right? Only. (For you non-writers out there, that was funny. Please laugh. I'll even provide a pic of how I feel about writing or revising 80,000 words in roughly two weeks to help you understand.)
But I'm a girl and a smidge cuter.
So anyway, wish me luck. Wish my family luck. And, pray I don't look like this in two weeks, because I somehow grew into my computer.