This poor bear has had better days, I’m sure.
When I think back on this week – I can sympathize.
This week has been a writing fail of EPIC PROPORTIONS.
And yes, all those capital letters are on purpose. I mean every one.
I had lovely, manageable goals set out for this week – 4 OneHope stories (2400 words altogether), 2 blog posts and 2000 words on Finding Amy. I managed the blog posts and thats about all. I only managed those because I like you lot so much. The others? Nope. Nada. Nothing. Zip. Zero.
It has been back to school for my 3 kids which SHOULD equal oodles of writing time. Reality slapped hard though, with me back to work on 2 of my jobs not to mention those lovely night shifts covering books. I hear you moms groaning out there…
Honestly? Not reaching my goals had me in some emotional quicksand. I feel rather shellshocked. I’m consoling myself with this… If a polar bears icecap melts out from under him, he can always swim to another. So yes – my ice cap melted out from under me this week. Am I sunk? Nope. I’m just temporarily swimming till my feet hit solid ground again.
How do you manage setbacks?