Yesterday, I was exhausted. Like, seriously tired. I was determined to make more head way on a project I’m working on. My goal was to write until I got to 30,000 words. I began somewhere around 27,000 and felt like I could easily pump out the work and close up shop for the night.
What happened when I hit 29,777 words was unfathomable. I stopped writing. Like I was all out of words. “C’mon girl, you’re almost there,” I said to myself. Nope. The words just gave up on me. They all left my head. The battle in my head went like this:
Writer’s Block: You’ve done enough.
Carla: It’s not 30k though. This never happens to me!
WB: You’ll be alright, make it up tomorrow.
Carla: Naw…I need to finish this now. Mind over matter!
WB: You’ve done so much today already, so many other projects.
Carla: But not on this project.
WB: Girl stop.
Carla: *Side-eye emoji*
I stood up and did a few sets of legs raises to get my blood pumping, LOL! shook off the stagnation and kept writing. Getting to 30,000 felt like when the gas light in your car has been on and you keep driving trying to make it to a gas station within eye shot, knowing you don’t want to have to push your car. I made it to 30,007 words. I was soooo proud of my little self. I did it. I set a goal and accomplished it. One time for small wins!