I just have to survive until the end of the day Thursday. Not much to report otherwise. Trying to do what I can but mostly interested in sliding on everything until that week and change off. Just… two… days…
Six went down in flames again. Seven is going to be all about trying to figure out what I can do to make myself better at this.
Ugh. Sprint 5 turned into a real downer with the issues I’ve had with WP. That being said, that’s my own fault. But, it didn’t end well. Sprint 6 is going to be about getting rid of WP and writing when I can. Here’s to Sprint 6, Flying Fartknocker.
Eager in the Romantic Sense Sprint 4 was another unbridled disaster, and there are two clear reasons for this aside from my own discipline and external factors: – A lack of daily responsibility – A lack of planning. This will not happen again, he claims unjustifiably. A big huge problem with my system lately is …
The last two days have been phenomenal successes. I’ve hit a third of my entire Sprint goal in two days.
This isn’t working. I’ve been trying to do a lot of free-style, “write what I want” seat of the pants stuff. It is blowing up in my face. I’ve also tried various changes to how I write to encourage myself to keep going, and so far nothing is doing. I think the next step is …
Total failure. No excuses. On to Spring 4, Dapper Dillhole.
I’ve hit my goal about 50-50 since the last update. It’s been extremely hectic and tiring lately. Onward and hopefully upward.
The first few days of the Sprint were a disaster; though I did get a ton done on a non-writing level over the weekend. On Monday (yesterday), I managed to hit over my daily goal; hopefully the same is true for today.
Crashed and burned. Did not carry the Sprint 1 momentum. On to sprint 3, Crazy-Ass Cricket.