Poor Marksman
Bah! It had to happen sooner or later. I missed a target. In this case, the target was 007. I'm in good company though; Blofeld, Scaramanga, Goldfinger, Nik-Nak - all those illustrious evildoers couldn't hit 007 either. Har har!
Crap puns aside though, I'm a little annoyed that I missed this target. I completely forgot it was Easter Weekend, but once I realised it was, I thought I could crack out the rest of 'Meanwhile...' during our break in Raetihi. No dice. I think I managed to correct a single solitary sentence in the little down-time I had. Arseflaps. I'm still on the cusp of introducing the antagonist of the piece. It's maddening. He's literally on the doorstep, waiting to bate my main character with his sarcasm, and all I have to do is find an hour or two to slip him in.
Maybe the huge target was too insurmountable? Maybe it was too big a chunk to bite off? Part of the experiment of motivating myself via this blog is to ensure I kept some kind of momentum going with my writing. I think that perhaps this time I short-circuited the motivational process by attempting too much. Maybe a smaller word-count target is more acceptable? Well, this is a learning process, so let's try that instead. It seemed to work with the earlier targets.
Target 007 008: Add 500 words to 'Meanwhile, in the Underworld...' by Friday bedtime.
