Now, doesn’t that sound like a beer you just have to try? I thought so, too. My sweet husband took me on a date this weekend, where we ate under the stars and drank Spaten Franziskaner Dunkel-Weiss¹, interrupted only by the occasional group of frat boys who wanted to sit at our table with us².
This weekend was relaxing, as planned – almost too much so (not that I’m complaining). I probably could have slept for a few more hours this morning, but even through the sleepy haze, thoughts seized me, and compelled me to get up. It’s Monday! It’s a fresh writing week! I actually want to run on the treadmill! I could write a new blog! I need to do dishes and laundry!³
So, here I am, doing the more desirable of my plans for the day. I’m hoping to be Wonder Woman this week with my writing – my goal is to infuse my work with a sort of laid-back discipline. Lately, I’ve been able to absorb myself into the story and get some good work done. The only problem with this is my tendency to stop after I get a decent chunk of words written (the 1000-1500 word range, usually). I tell myself, “That’s good enough for one day!” and while it is, I could probably spend at least another hour or so getting a bit more than that accomplished. Probably lots more, actually.
So, my goal this week? Get into the story, feel it, communicate it; then press on, even after I reach “good enough.” I hope to up my word count this week† in a major way (though I’m hesitant to decide how major) and retain that laid-back, wrapped-up-in-the-story feel that is so necessary to getting quality words to jump out of my head and land on the page.
I love the freshness of Monday, so here I go. Hopefully I can maintain this energy all the way through Friday, but I have a feeling I may need another Spaten Franziskaner Dunkel-Weiss when this week is over. Maybe another starlit date, too, minus the intrusive frat boys.
¹Which made me feel so very German indeed!
²To which we kindly responded no, then received in return a you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me doofus stare. Granted, the tables were few and they were massive, way bigger than necessary for two people; cramming six frat guys with us on our starlit date, though? Not a chance.
³Exclamation point included only for visual consistency. Gotta say, I am not excited about those lovely chores. By the way? You should worry if I ever wake up on a Monday and say, “Oh goody! There’s a pile of laundry and a stack of pasta-sauce encrusted dishes waiting just for me!”
†Check out Merrilee’s post on her 28-Day Writing Marathon. It’s both fun to read and a great source of motivation!