Well. It’s happened.

I’ve hit the dreaded Week 3 wall.

I’m still writing every day, but it is a struggle. I haven’t hit my word counts the past few days, which is just so frustrating. When I sit down and open the document every day, I just stare at the screen. When I do start writing, I hate every.single.word.

On top of that, the world is a mess right now and, I can’t lie, that is definitely cutting into my mental and emotional state and making it that much harder to write. I do my best to sit down and clear my mind and focus on writing. On my story and my characters and the scene in front of me. But some days it is super hard.

However, I am trying my best. Some days I write 2,000 words, some days 700, some days 300.

But you know what?

I’m still writing.

I’m still getting words on the page. They may be words I hate, that I know I’ll change in the revision process, but they’re still words. I’m hoping that I’ll have a watershed breakthrough moment sometime soon, but if that doesn’t happen, you know what?

That’s okay.

As much as I don’t want to fail at reaching my goal of 50,ooo words, I know that if it doesn’t happen for me this year, I’ve still started writing a book. I’ve made a lot of progress on a first draft that—even if I did hit 50,000 words in a month—I’d still have to continue drafting because, spoiler alert, 50,000 words does not a book make; my books are typically somewhere between 75,000 and 90,000 (although the novellas are around 30,000). So, whether or not I hit the word count goal, I have to keep writing anyway.

 

Which is what I’ll keep doing!

WORDS.

Last year, during week three I include a gif of Taylor Swift, Jon Bon Jovi, and Prince William. #squadgoals