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End of the day. Twelve pages on FROST; three pages on the comic script with Jon.
Time to think about dinner. Time to wind down for the day.
It was a lovely weekend. I started the day feeling refreshed and ready to ride up that hill for another try at the dragon.
Now, the fight is over. I won today, but I took some hits. I’m tired.
I didn’t mean to do twelve pages on FROST. I kept thinking I’ll just write until I get to this point. Just reintroduce the goblin twins; Ash and Holly. Just describe the red-caps. Just . . . well you see how it went.
Sometimes I write the way I use to run, back when I jogged. I’d say, just to that stop sign and then I’ll stop. But I didn’t stop, because then I’d pick a new land mark. Run just until you get to that rose bush, then you can rest. Run just until you get to the end of that driveway, then you can rest. But I’d seldom actually let myself rest until I got back home.
Was that lying to myself? I mean, I know me. I knew I wasn’t really stopping. I guess it was just the best carrot I could come up with. I’m pretty good at dangling the carrot just out of reach, but not so good at actually giving it to myself.
Yeah, I’m pretty bad at rewarding myself. Really good at work though.