I must hate myself. Or be a masochist. Because why else would I abuse myself like this?
For the thoroughly confused, I have designated February a challenge month. February is now a self-set mini NaNoWriMo.
29 days. 35,000 words. One punishing month.
So why am I putting myself through this?
Consider it an experiment on myself. Consider I’m testing my limits, or test driving a new schedule. Consider that I’ve been listening to too many science podcasts, or have binge watched way too much Elementary and now identify with the troubled Sherlock Holmes.
(Actually, I should probably pace myself with the binge watching—it’s getting unhealthy)
Hopefully at the end of the month I’ll have good news to report and a new, more successful writing schedule.
But for now, I have to get back to writing.