“Ooh!” I thought to myself, noticing I was at about 28.5K words, “you’re almost at 30K! That means you’re…”
Now, what was supposed to happen here was I was to continue this thought with a perky pep-talk cheery kind of thing encouraging myself to forge on and break 30K and then some! It was a fairly deliberate process in my mind.
I got as far as the above and reality intruded with big heavy ugly words: “That means you’re nowhere fucking near where you need to be, not even halfway, not even a third of the way, and no perky-minded bullshit is going to change that.”
My brain is out to get me.
Wry; that’s another one LJ moods lacks.
Damn brain. Be nice to Catie, or she’ll . . . she’ll . . . she’ll do something to you. Like flossing you. Or something.
It still means you ae closer than you were….