I got 1100 words written; maybe more with all the backspacing and deleting. All of them bad. But I got them!
This brings to mind a quote from Stephen King:
I didn’t like much of what I wrote today, but it pushed the story forward and got me to the end of Chapter 11. Another great saying, “Writing is rewriting.” Hemingway, E.B. White, and Capote all said some variation of that. Guess it’s good advice. The hope is to go back, cut the trash, and focus on the good. Make the not great into something better and in the end have a book one can be proud of.
Today was a day filled with shoveling snow (Northeasterner here) then shoveled metaphorical shit. It happens.
The most important thing was getting in front of the computer, typing the words, and remembering that everyone has a bad day. The best we can do is try not to let the bad days dictate our future. Tomorrow is a new day and another 1000 words. Enough new days and you’ll end up with a finished work.
It certainly happens.