Honestly, how have I not been struck down for my sins?

I am behind on both my writing commitments because of my incessant need to put off now what I tell myself can be done later. A few minutes ago, I received an email from one of my writing partners basically informing me that I am insane, and I can’t help but agree. She is expecting 7,000 words from me tomorrow, and here I sit wondering if I can squeeze in another episode of Charmed before dinner.

I wanted all of my blog posts to be an insight into how spectacular I am at keeping up with things, and instead I am forced to be honest with you all. I do not have my crap together. I probably never will.

BUT this will not stop me from writing. I received feedback today for a short story I’m writing and there were more red marks on the page than there were black. I felt completely hopeless for about 3.2 seconds and then I realized: this is good. A year ago I wouldn’t let anyone see my work, let alone criticize it. Now I’ve got people I’m accountable to who want to help me rise above my procrastinating, clichéd writing habits.

Slowly, I am getting better. I’m going to be okay. Maybe I haven’t yet kicked all my bad habits, but I’ve kicked a few. That’s not nothing! Now, if you will excuse me I need to pull 7,000 words out of thin air by tomorrow morning.

Happy Memorial Day!