There is no other way to say this than to come right out and say it:  I completely and totally didn’t even come closethe same ball park of my weekly goal of 7,000 words this week.  Not even by half.  As a matter of fact, my total word count for last week was only 3,319 words.  This means I failed by 3,681 words.  Or if you a glass half full kind of person, you could say that I have 3,319 words more than I had at this time last week.  But I am not a glass half full kind of person.

I have no excuse except life got in the way.  The last half of the week was rife with crisis after crisis, and the weekend was filled with Russian food, vodka shots, a new tattoo (these two things are surprisingly unrelated), a bedroom makeover and two blissful days with no children.  That would have been the perfect time to write, but since I haven’t had a child-free weekend in almost 14 years, writing seemed a little too much like working, so I skipped it.  And now I live with the consequences.

To be honest, this personal accountability stuff sucks.

But, now it is time to stop my self-mortification due too my laziness and get back on the horse again.  Hopefully, 7,000 words will be within my reach this week.  If not, it may be time to reevaluate my goals.  And I’m okay with that.  It’s still a learning process at this point.

I am ready.