Today is Day 1 of the 50ks in 30 Days challenge. I girded my loins (no I did really, my loins) and signed up to add 50,000 words to Boys of Summer. Then the rewrites for The Bunker arrived AND I realised that on 24 June school holidays begin.
I'm all for setting myself a challenge. I am not all for setting myself up for failure. So, I reset my goals, to complete the re-writes on The Bunker - which is 100,000 words long. And, just because I don't want to lose momentum on Boys of Summer, said I'd add another 23K - taking the total manuscript up to 40,000.
I would like to say I've kicked writing arse today. Got the whole challenge off to a rip roaring start and all is going swimmingly.
That, however, would be a BIG FAT LIE.
Today I spent a lot of time traipsing up and down Hornsby Westfield in search of the perfect party invitation for when Miss 5 turns six. A job so nullifyingly mind-numbingly frustrating that it sucked away my will to live.
Not only that, but for some reason best known to itself my handbag decided to set off the alarms in every single shop I went into. Every. Single. Shop. Myers, DJs, Borders, Kikki-K, Smiggle, Target AND Kids Central. Or maybe it was just my magnetic personality.
Well, after all that sprinting away from security guards... oh kidding, do you think anyone gave a rats that I was setting off alarms. Hell no. I look far too respectable. Didn't even get my handbag peered into. Could've been stealing a lifetime supply of greeting cards and they'd have been none the wiser.
Anyway, so somewhere in Hornsby my will to live buggered off and refused to come back for the rest of the day. Even Masterchef has failed to ignite anything other than the desire to go to bed early. Thus my glorious beginning to the 50ks in 30days challenge has been something of a damp squib. Yes. A total of 122 words added to Boys of Summer, and they were awful.