Note: I’m going to start rounding off wordcounts.
Rough day. 600 words about the way dreams don’t quite fit together. Then I went back to the art teacher story. I wanted to write another scene but I only got 100 words out on it. It’s weird–I felt terrible about trying and failing, but if I hadn’t even tried I would have felt fine. It was the failed attempt that upset me so much.
I have a lot of trouble with “moving targets.” When I meet a goal, I think, “Oh, I can do more than that!”–and I try to do more. And of course eventually I hit a wall and can’t do more, and then it’s like my previous successes vanish. Kind of like double or nothing, except I keep doubling until my luck turns and then I have nothing.
Must find solution. Somehow.
Going to bed with a headache. 😦