Umm. . .so, I did something yesterday. Something either really crazy-stupid or mind-spliting awesome. I can't decide which, because. . .it scares the crap out of me.
I committed to doing Shallee McArthur's JuNoWriMo (a.ka. June Novel Writing Month. . .check it out at Shallee's blog) challenge for the next month. Okay, what's the big deal, you ask? After all, it's good to have goals, right? Right. Totally on board there. Because, hey, I always set goals. . .weekly, monthly, and all that good stuff. So, my problem here? I NEVER tell anybody what my goals are, because. . .gulp. . .they might actually hold me to them.
Just thinking about it makes me want to run like a total commitment-phobe. Which is precisely why I did it. I don't like being scared, so I've got my toes curled around the edge of the dock and I'm ready to dive in. . .head first. Man, I hope there aren't any rocks beneath the surface.
So, my goal for the month (taking a big breath here. . give me a minute while I crack some chocolate to kill the panic) is:
1000 words a day. Minimum. I want my WIP finished before the end of the month when I head for NYC and the RWA's national conference.
All right. I said it out loud. Now, I'm stuck with it, because I know my fellow writers and JuNoWriMo pals will come after me with pitch forks (okay, not really. . .but the image serves as a great motivator) if I don't keep up my end of the bargain. Thanks guys. Looking forward to cheering you on this month!