First, I love my kids, make no mistake about that. But this weekend highlighted just how disruptive it is to my routine when change is in the air. My daughter came home from college this weekend for the first time in three weeks. I had got into a certain routine and her presence pretty much destroyed that routine.
Not that I wish in any way that she had not come home. But I do need to start planning better for this kind of thing because this was the weekend that I really, really needed to finish my latest book.
Spoiler alert. It didn’t happen.
I wrote 81 words Saturday during 0.967 hours of timed writing. Ouch on two fronts. Since I mostly did edits, it makes sense, but it’s still ugly.
Sunday (today)? 71 words after 22 minutes of writing.
So here I am at 9:06 pm trying to figure out if it’s feasible in any universe for me to write 4,264+ words before I crash tonight.
I’m going to say no.
That doesn’t mean I’ve given up on recovering at least a little. My daughter went back to college today and the house is relatively quiet again, and I’m going to write for the next several hours.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
Update: I wrote 429 words. Although I tried to make it to 1,000, at 1:24 am I just had no willpower left at all and I gave up.