The week of death

The second week was not kind to me. At first, after I had regained my footing on word count, I felt fantastic. Week two is supposed to be the week from the underworld, and here I was, all caught up, with more than 10,000 words under my belt. Well, I suppose that hubris is indeed a fatal flaw.

Unfortunately for me there was more than a little distraction. Around the end of the week was my first day of work in a while, which meant five hours of walking and not five hours of writing. By the end of it, I was ready to quit, because I didn’t have the energy to write after work. And then, after that, I had to play catch up constantly, because work sucked all my energy, and I came home at six even when I didn’t work.

I finished up the week barely on par, which was a miracle considering I pounded out a ridiculous amount of words in one day just to keep up. This is proving to be a little more difficult than I had first thought.