I hate to even mention it, because it always seems to jinx me.
I blame Sylvia Day. And Steph for pointing me to her site to start with. Not that Sylvia and Steph aren't both lovely people.
It's that whole "G" thing.
You know the word.
That's the one. Whenever I set one, I might as well be slitting my throat, writing-wise. Not sure if she still does, but Sylvia used to do a writing-goal challenge on her message boards. January of last year, I set a goal of 60 pages for that month.
Easy-peasy, right? I mean, I was a five page a day writer.
Oh. My. God.
You have no idea how long it took me to write those sixty pages. Something like six months, I think.
So I said no more goals. It's kinda like no contests. I know what I'm doing. I mean, my writing mo-jo doesn't need no mo' jinxing, y'hear?
I have a target. That's not quite the same as a, well, you know.
(Stop laughing, E. It's NOT the same.)
One measly page a day. That's it. If I do more, great. If that's all, fine. Less . . . well, we'll see.
Just don't call it a goal.