This week got off to a rough start. I didn't get enough sleep on Monday, which ruined me for about half the week. I also spent a lot of time driving this week, practicing for my licensing exam next week. (Yes, I'm 28 and still don't have a driver's license.) Worst of all was the sheer amount of editing for my most recent chapter of my fanfiction. It start off at 10,000 words. I re-wrote at least 8,000 words, the edited it down to 6,000 words. That took most of my week.
Compared to last week, I felt lazy and unproductive. So, I looked over my weekly planner, where I've been recording my work for the week. It turned out that Monday-Saturday, I worked a full week, betwee my writing and my substituting.
Hours spent on Novel: 18.5
Hours spent on Fanfiction: 23
Hours spent Substituting: 7
Total: 48.5
It's not as good as last week.
Hours spent on Novel: 28.5
Hours spent on Fanfiction/ Other: 5.5
Hours spent Substituting: 21
Total: 55
And that's the weird thing. I feel guilty for not getting enough work done or enough of the "right" kind of work done. It's my perfectionism coming up again, I suppose, my persistant worry that nothing I do will ever be enough, that I'm not enough. Keeping records is a bit helpful, because at least I can look back and say, you know what, I got my hours in, I can rest now.
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