Pick Myself Up, Dust Myself Off, and Start All Over Again

...Well, not all over. But a new shot at a different 5,000 word day. That's a good thing.

Some days are not meant to be. Yesterday was one of those days. Responsibilities of mommy-dom came first and unexpected twist and turns to a day will just do that to you (or me)--sink 5,000 words that is.

I had a decent start. All my stickies lined up. A pretty latte next to the computer. I even removed that first sticky before the day disinigrated.

I knew I was officially done when, at the end of the day, I really wanted to try and knock the words out, but I was getting nowhere. I was at a point where it all felt too hard and not fun. Once you get into a not-fun space, it's time to be okay with not meeting the challenge. Although, I have to admit, that wasn't what made me say, "It's okay, Jolie. You don't have to do it today. Give yourself a break." What made me realize I needed to hang it up was when my husband walked in the room and told me it didn't have to happen today and that I was starting to LOOK LIKE HANK. See below:

Nuff said!

When one starts to look like Hank, one needs to stop worry about 5,000 words and start to think about putting one's self to bed.