Today started slow but I typed the last 500 or so words with a smile on my face. I hope people are as amused reading it as I was writing it. The tone of it, the description, the dialog all mixed together effortlessly as if I was working from a recipe.

The thing is, after 1,000 words, I wanted to quit. It was late on a Friday night and I was wanted to hang out with my friends and kick back. It's something I've done before many times: forced myself to walk away from a room full of the people I love being around to get my words done for the day.

The question is: How bad to you want it? If you're walking away day after day without finishing what you set out to do, then the answer is "not enough".

This is generally how I give myself pep talks, by the way.

Writing Thought:

If I had skipped out today, would that last 1,000 words have come? Or would the magic been left there, deep in the ground, undiscovered, because I was tried of digging?