No matter how you set up your goals, no matter how you build in your daily word count, no matter how you set your schedule…
Sometimes the shit just hits the fan.
Right now it’s raining down on me like mud. The week before and the next week or two are just going to suck. Shit happens, and you have to allow for it as a writer. Sometimes it stymies your work progress and you just have to suck it up and work harder when the sky clears.
I think I’ll be finishing up this book by writing a profound number of pages down to the wire, which I just hate. But sometimes it can’t be helped.