Kicked the self-pity, got back to work. Now have only another four hundred words to make my three thousand for the day. Much as I’d like to have a day off, though, I don’t relish the idea of crashing into that feeling of being overwhelmed again.
I keep saying, "There is not One True Path. What works for one writers may not work for another." I need to remember that myself. 3000 words a day will get me to the church on time. If inspiration hits and I get more than that, I’ll take it as it comes.
Not going to go after it again, though. Not right now, anyway.