Word Goal. I can never reach you. You hover in the distant, an unattainable destination. Why did I even create you?
I guess because I was high on writer's adrenaline. I sat down and thought if I write such-and-such amount of words in a day then I will have a book NEXT MONTH! And then I can submit my book in THREE MONTHS!
But you are just too good for me. I thought I was being reasonable and even liberal when I imagined you into my life. But I was wrong. So wrong.
What if I made you even smaller? Would I be good enough for you then? Would I?
Yeah, right. Even if I commanded you at 50 words a day, you would still somehow elude me.