Ok, so there's this phenomenon, something like mental adaptation, and I'm sure some of you psychology people know the official term, but it's something like:
Oh, yeah, I've done this before, and seriously, I know nothing bad is going to happen to me if I don't write 5,000 words, and I'm going to eat that stinkin' cherry caramel anyways, and there's not a darned thing you can do to stop me.
So when Jolie announced her 5K intentions yesterday, the challenge was on. I could not let myself slide.
I would let Jolie crack the whip. Wherplash.
And I promise, Jolie is even better than bum glue. I couldn't let her down. I couldn't let myself down. I couldn't stop for too many rewards, because she was going to kick my glue-free bum!
And she did. Final word count: 5208. Whew. At this pace, I might even have a readable draft by then end of the year, and that would be a miracle.
So folks, if you're looking for someone to crack the whip with you, try a bloggy friend. A facebook friend will do. In fact, I'd love to engage in mutual crackage here tomorrow - leave a comment if you want to join in for a whipping.
As if that's not enough, Jackie Parker of Interactive Reader brought this nefarious thing to my attention. Write or die, people. Write or die.