OK, so this hasn’t exactly going to plan. And I’m still several thousand words behind, but I’m sorting myself out. I’m even updating this early so I won’t make excuses.
I have to do seventeen 1,000 word segments plus the 618 I didn’t finish for Saturday to hit my target. And for school I’ve got to work my Geography Project and English Speech around that. Forgot to mention: I didn’t actually have to do the speech on Thursday as I found out on said day, its not due until Tuesday, and I made up a shitload of bollocks I’m going to have to rewrite because it was inspirational rather than persuasive, which brings me back to the initial problem of having no idea what to do it on. Fuck.
As a result of all this surmounting work I’m getting up and nine, possibly eight, depending on how quick I get to sleep and no later than ten and then I’ll start. 1500 words an hour, minimum. I would turn my internet off but I don’t know how so I’ll put on a my last.fm library shuffle and leave it alone for once so I don’t get tempted to surf around.
I’m going to email my friends and forbid them to let me talk to them (primarily Danny). And maybe even send a lot of angry emails and texts to myself, demanding that I write and other such psychotic things.
And I shall set up a reward system; for every thousand I write I shall read a thousand of Danny’s. And if I hit my target at a decent time I can watch the Avatar: The Last Airbender finale, like I’ve been dying to. And I can also watch Merlin, (which is a British show on BBC that has, in my humble opinion, the highest unintentional slash rate ever) and read Kamo’s Escape! I can do this! Yes!
I’m going to make this work! I have to.
Sounds like a plan, huh? And I think I can finally feel some of that determination stuff leaking in.
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I’m going to die aren’t I?
