Wednesday, October 10, 2012
It was one of those days. The morning went well, but the afternoon tanked; I couldn't get a thing done. My whole being was desperate for distraction, and anything would do. Later on, I found out that my average word count per day last month was unusually low. I'm at the point where that sort of information is only fueling a temptation to give up, rather than work even longer hours than I already do. The problem is that my long working day is not as productive as it should be, because I am depressed about low word count yields for my files, and feel like the whole thing is pointless because I always seem to be merely digging myself out of word count deficits. Of course, it's a vicious cycle. I have to pull out of it somehow.