That's what happens when you plan and think in your arrogance - I have this all worked out, no problem, nothing will interfere.
Yesterday I told my critique partner, Leah, that I was going to do 10,000 words today to make up for the four days of interruptions, work, and other projects inconveniently showing up on my doorstep. My motto was - just do it. Roll up those sleeves.
I got up at 4:45am, turned on the computer as I headed to the kitchen to flip on the coffeepot. Washed my hair and watched a few minutes of news with My Hero. I got to work at 5:55. I closed my office door planning to write about 5,000 words at least before I had to run an errand.
My Hero came through the office door the third time about 6:20. I asked him if he wanted to run the errand with me which should only take about 45 minutes and I could get back to my plan. He agreed and at 8:30, said he would go fishing for about 45 minutes. I returned to what I was doing - editing. Editing what we'd worked on a during our workshop, editing what I did yesterday. This was not the plan. Decreasing word count. Sure, it's better, tighter but now it's 11:00 and my..er...hero hasn't returned and I have to leave.
Seven hours and only 200 net words.
I can hear everyone laughing.
There was a young guy in the service department of the car dealership where I used to work. I was having continual problems getting a supplier to change out my battery. Thoroughly frustrated, I looked at him and asked, "Isn't anything ever easy?"
This 21 year old looked at me with 85 year old eyes and said, "Should it be?"(eyes-crossed)
Okay, so I'll keep plugging and hope I wind up with a positive change in word count today at least. I know someone can relate.
** Hubby said well, 200 is better than nothing. -sigh- That was so sweet, and kind of unexpected.