As I just commented on Eric’s post:

Sometimes I think writing is the worst thing in the world. And still I love it, I can’t imagine doing anything else. Does that count as an abusive relationship?

Word Count – Aug 21, 2009:
11,645/50,000

I can already see this becoming an 80k in 2 months instead of 50k in 1 month thing. And I’m okay with that. I’ve pushed myself hard these past few weeks. Hard for me, anyway, which some people would probably think is nothing at all. That’s the thing, though. One of the many things I love about writing. It’s not a competition. I don’t need to beat anyone. The only person I measure against is myself. I guess not everyone understands that. Unfortunately it’s hard for me to pretend I don’t care what those people think.

I do think I’m neglecting Twenty-Somewhere, though. I’ve been so excited about getting it onto Amazon that I’ve stopped actually writing it. Uh, whoops. But I do have the next dozen episodes planned out (in a handy Excel sheet — I’m such a nerd) so expect that to start up again next week. I hope there are still people who care, haha.

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