I'm finding it to be incredibly difficult to continue the pace of editing every day. Yesterday, I realized I hit my limit. I had a mild headache. I wanted a break. I needed to go back to bed.
I told myself I would just write up revisions to a chapter of my WIP - just marking changes with a pen onto a printed copy of it. Nothing more. I gave myself permission to do it half-assedly. Something is better than nothing, right?
I ended up editing two chapters. While I was working on the second chapter, I forgot how much I didn't want to work on it. I lost myself in it.
Today, I'm going to meet my CP just to write. I'm going to type up revisions to those two chapters and finish one more.
It's the thirteenth day of the month. By the end of the day, I will have completed revisions to eighteen chapters. I'm very pleased that I didn't take a break yesterday.
The other thing I promised myself I would do every day this month is exercise. Epic fail. I haven't spent a single minute exercising, unless you count cleaning and the think where my heart rate was doubled when I was freaking out over the mouse. Today I will exercise.
One issue I'm trying to overcome is the thing where I'm afraid to lay on the floor to stretch when there's the very real potential that a mouse is going to join me.
I'm thinking about pulling out a blank journal and starting a book of excuses - a daily list of why I can't exercise each day. Maybe after writing that twice, I'll probably see how lame the excuses are and will get into the habit of exercising the way I used to. I'll remember how good it feels to get lost in it and forget the reasons why I almost didn't do it.
Have a great weekend!