while with his gun the pagan angel rose to say

And sometimes, I'm not sure if ponderosa's just fucking with me when she says stuff like, "meep. brb. need to put Rorschach's coat back in my coffee."

Some time ago (once my write started working again) I set myself a goal of 1000 words a day. I figured that was a nice, comfy goal. Room to wiggle. And if I had a shit day, a really, really shit day, 500 would do. But we're talking a lot of shit here. Monumental shit.

And every single day thereafter, even during that godforsaken heatwave, I met it. I did! And some days, I even surpassed it. We're talking like, 4000 words in a day here. That's a lot for me.

SO WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE I SHOULD BE WRITING MORE.

In other news, 'room' is also apparently another one of those words that has been ruined for me, but this time I can't blame porn. THANKS, ROOMIE.