Unfun, It’s a Thing

So I succeeded again today in getting to the computer and writing for 25 minutes with my morning tea. That makes this a four day streak. Yay!

My book seems to be going backwards though, because every time I sit down to write I come away with a bigger deficit. So far today, I’ve put in one hour and fifty-five minutes of timed writing. I maxed out at -256 words and I’m back down to only -113. I still think I have some stuff to delete.

This has turned out to be one of those times where I wish I’d just deleted this chapter when I realized how much momentum I’d lost, and then started over. In the end, that’s about what I’ve done. I wonder if I should still do that. I’ll lose what I’ve regained but maybe I can go in a different direction and recapture the magic.

I’m sad about this. I really thought this book would be fun but it’s just turned into an unfun* experience all around and I don’t know why.

I guess I should get back to it and see what I can get done.

*Unfun, it’s that thing that happens when you write something and it sucks.