Discipline, you must be my friend

I had a dream last night where Robert De Niro (current, not young) was a ballet dancer back to the troop to win back his love interest but was pursued the entire time by her current boyfriend. It was odd, as it ended with me in an airport, signing not my name to my driver’s license that I made security open (it had apparently arrived in the mail) on my way to my flight.

I’m sure there’s a story in there somewhere. If you find it, you’re free to take it and give it a loving home.

Yesterday I did not write with discipline. Before I hung up the keyboard for the night, though, I did have the WIBBOW thought, and I pushed through to get my fiction words for the year to 10,013 since I was close. Still, I chose Mad Men over work ethic, and even though I knew it was not the right choice, I continued.

I still seem to think I need to wait for “the right moment” to begin writing. I want to change that way of thinking, and write like it’s my job. Fake it ’til you become it, remember? Because I not only want writing to be my job, at this point, I need it.

Yesterday I wrote 362 words in two blog posts, and 558 words in two sessions of fiction, for 920 words total. I also went to bed pretty late, so I didn’t even hear my 5:00 a.m. alarm. (Normally I hear it, but turn it off.)

Today I plan to write 1,000 words of fiction. I don’t have goals for blog post words, just posts – one writing update and one photo challenge.

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