I didn't make my writing goal this past week. Close, but not quite. I really had to push myself this weekend just to get a decent amount done, which has got me thinking about when it's best to force the writing, and when it's in the best interest of the story to just let it rest for a couple of days if I'm not feeling up to the task. I've decided that I'll probably just have to deal with that situation on a case by case basis. There was a time a few weeks ago when I didn't feel like writing at all, but I could tell that it was just me being lazy so I wrote anyway, and ended up liking the stuff that I put down during that time. But this weekend, the result was just ugly, stilted writing. I almost wish I'd just given myself the week to think about the other things that were filling my mind and not bothered with my little quota. But it's a fine line. If I hadn't made myself write at all, I probably would have felt guilty, and then I'd be writing this post about that. Who knows. I don't feel like writing tonight, either, but I must finish the current chapter I've got going, as well as the next, before the end of the week. We shall see.
(told you i was boring today.)