Don't cheer yet, this is only the second week of 2018. But so far, I'm doing pretty well. This morning, for example, despite Persephone doing her darnedest to keep me in bed (you don't understand how cuddly she was being. It was so sweet. I think she wanted me to stay), I still got up and went to the gym.
Related: my left arm is considerably weaker than my right and I'm continually surprised by just how much. Also quite annoyed by it.
I was particularly impressed with myself yesterday. Not only did I do the stuff that I wanted health-wise, but I also got in some writing. I sat down just after lunch to write. And I wrote. I wrote for the full two hours I had set aside to write.
I got in three thousand words.
In two hours.
That's the rate of writing I managed at my very best a number of years ago. I could hardly believe my eyes when I checked my word count at the end of those two hours. I might have high-fived myself. Maybe (I definitely did).
Last week, I decided that instead of going for a word count this time around, I would opt for a solid period of time. I settled on two hours, figuring three might take too much from me, and one simply wasn't enough. I think two was a good decision. By the end of yesterday's session, I was starting to get fidgety.
So I think I'll continue with the time thing and take the burden of reaching a word count away for this one. With that kind of pressure off, I might do better and writing. Not that there's much left to write. I'm almost done, in any case. I'm really looking forward to writing 'The End.' That will feel good.
Right, I have some stuff to do this morning. Have a great morning!