I‘m rehashing. I’m being a rehasher. It’s a long weekend and I’m suffering from artistic withdrawal. This is a thing now. It’s a bad side effect of training yourself to meet word counts every day. Some of my friends liken the effect of a “writing day” to a drug. It’s that bad.
So I’m twiddling my fingers and going through my old blog posts and I found one of these older ones:
I’ve almost forgotten I wrote it. It’s a good reminder of how much more err, mountain-spoon-climbing I have to do. So I don’t get too worked up over just not meeting a day or so of my word counts. It’s a marathon, not a sprint.
I just have to remember what it is normal people do for fun…
