Look, things are pretty awful just south of where I am right now, and it's been a concerning week, with increasingly concerning news still rolling out. But there are bright spots. Twitter and Facebook finally banning Trump too late but at least it's something. The neo-Nazi safe space that was Parler has lost its internet hosts and was apparently left wide open for anyone to waltz in. Now everything said on that "private" platform, and who said it (with driver's licenses as proof of identity), all pictures, everything is being exported for law enforcement and perhaps anyone else who wants to get a hang of it.
SUCK IT YOU TREASONOUS MORONS.
Anyway, that's not the point of today's blog post. No, today's blog post is a celebration.
You see, in spite of the trash fire that was the first week of January, I did very well for myself, thank you very much. On the 5th, my pretty little planner arrived. I'm a sucker for a beautiful cover, and it was on sale, and I just really frakkin' wanted it.
Mostly, though, it's for my word count tracking. For the next four months, I have a word count goal of roughly twenty thousand words a month. That breaks down to roughly five thousand words a week. I'm trying to keep it to my work week (so a thousand words a day), with Saturday as a buffer day, giving me some room to catch up if I need to.
This post is a celebration because I didn't need to catch up at all. In fact, I blew through my weekly goal. By blew through, I mean I frakkin' doubled it.
So far, I am approaching the third mark of the book. I'm really enjoying it, despite the constant fear that I'm not staying in my lane and it will insult people. I like this story. I like the two protagonists a lot.
I am saving up for a sensitivity reader.
Still, despite the anxiety of not being in my lane, and despite the rage-inducing idiocy happening down south, I wrote. And I wrote a lot.
It's a bit like the dam breaking, I guess. I spent so long not writing, there was a lot of stuff stored up in my brain that is now gushing out faster almost than my fingers can type them out. I'm going to ride this as long as I can!
Tomorrow, I might spend some time complaining that I'm really sore, because it's the first day back at training (online) with my Kung Fu crew in a really, really long time tonight. I expect to be obliterated. For now though, I'm going to hold onto the happy feeling of accomplishment that I've been sitting on for the past couple of days.
For a challenge, what's something you've done in 2021 that you're stupid proud of. It can be anything - drinking more water. Consistently getting out of bed each day. Going for a walk for the first time in ages... Anything. Celebrate your wonderfulness in the comments!