NaNoWriMo break today.
Why, you ask. Lord God, why?
Well. I hit the halfway mark with 25, 000 words last night.
I often forget that the carrot works better than the stick and don't celebrate my own accomplishments, but I think that 25k warrants some kind of reward. Don't you?
So. I had to drive into the city for some meetings, and during a free half hour, I bought the new pair of boots I had been too cheap to get myself. (And no, they weren't on sale.)
I need to celebrate, because it will be a miracle if I make it to 50k by the end of the month with the holidays coming up. (And then I won't have anything to celebrate.) With the craft projects and cooking and extended family. It would seem impossible.
Then again, I thought that 25k in ten days would be impossible.
Don't we always see our dreams as impossible at first? I dreamed of being published and yes, got my heart busted up in the process, but that doesn't take away from the fact that my dream came true, and that I am a writer. I would be a writer even if I was never published. "You're a writer if you write," was the mantra that my grandmother instilled in me.
So I will dangle more carrots. For every 5k, I will indulge myself. A pedicure. Lunch with a friend. (Any other ideas?) Boots!
These boots are made for walkin'
And that's just what they'll do -
One of these days these boots are gonna
Walk all over . . . you*
*The negative voices in my head that tell me I can't do anything**
** Oh, now she has voices in her head, does she? ***
*** Don't all writers?
What are your carrots?