So, ROW80. I’m not used to checking in, and that’s the problem. If I were used to checking in, perhaps I would have something to report.
Since I first posted on Thursday, I can only claim to have worked on my outline for two scenes. That doesn’t translate to words written, so there’s no proof. Don’t-ya-see?
And, this is the inauspicious first post for my author’s blog. Hardly what I would have chosen. That, too, is because I didn’t choose, or rather, by not choosing, I did choose. Because even a non-choice is a choice. The most damning kind of choice. That has seven letters, Mom, not four.
My self-diagnosis is nonchoicitis, complicated with decheckinpravity.
Make positive, focused, measurable choices.
Practice check-in twice a week.