word counts
In the past I've made a habit of checking my word count when I'm done writing for the day. When things are going well, a word count that jumps up day by day is encouraging. Success feeds on itself.
When things are not going well, I hate the damn word count feature. But it's still important, and so I keep track. Except for the last ten days or so, when I simply forgot. Never checked, never thought of checking. Today I realized that, and when I went to look, it turned out that I was averaging 1,800 words a day over the period I missed. Which is good, actually.
What an odd thing the subconscious is. A stubborn, self absorbed, infantile mirror image hiding in the shadows, poking and prodding and whispering.
Just now things are not going well for Hannah. A bump in the road, I'd have to say. I actually didn't see it coming, though my subconscious did, I've just realized. But she's going to be okay, and things will turn around soon. I'll see to it, by hook or crook.