Well, then!

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When I realized last night that I hadn’t written yet, I realized I needed to take a break and skip writing. Yesterday was grocery shopping with a slightly reluctant Junior Youth, and we bought quite a bit more produce than ever makes it in my cart.

Okay, I’ll be honest. Produce hardly ever makes it in my cart, and when it does it’s bananas, strawberries, or apples. I guess “hardly ever” means “nearly never”.

We bought Romaine hearts (lettuce on sticks, I guess?), a cucumber (no one will eat it but me), a green pepper (ditto), a yam (best not to get too adventurous), and a bag of cute potatoes (I hope potatoes take after their French name, literally translated as “apples of the earth”, and are basically the same from one variety to the next). Also strawberries and bananas, but those are usual, so it was easier to buy those.

And you wouldn’t think a grocery trip would take that much out of a person, but it did. There was other stuff going on, of course. The trip had a different price tag than I’m used to. Unpacking the car was different, loading up the refrigerator was foreign, and lurking in the back of my mind is the knowledge that usually when I buy stuff like lettuce, I throw out a moldy, floppy bag of wilted green junk a week or two later when I remember I have it.

Tonight we had a salad. Well, I had a salad, Junior Youth almost had a salad (only half was eaten), and Elder youth had something completely different. So this is new and hard, and I shouldn’t let it take over my writing time, but it kind of has.

Vegetables. Devious things. Oh, and all the strawberries fell to the floor, and the responsible party at the time thought that meant they all needed to be thrown away instead of simply rinsed and put back. So tomorrow I’m eating trash-berries because the party who usually enjoys them is grossed out.

So fruit is whacked, too.

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Edited to add: I forgot yesterday was the Weekly Review day! My focus is way off. I’ve changed the header. Here, have a weekly review statblock to grow on! Clearly the week was distracted.

The bear wrote words

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Yesterday was better in terms of words, certainly.

206 fiction words, 325 total words

Today is shopping and finances and dishes and trash day, so I’ll be busy. There shouldn’t be a lot of additional-

I’ve wandered away from this site twice trying to write this post. I’m done.

Have a great Sunday!

Um…there was a bear.

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I’m lying. There was no bear. There was Minecraft, and we haven’t found the polar bears yet.

Technically there could have been a bear, I suppose, but let’s be honest. I’m still procrastinating on the wither skelly farm that I need for beacons so I can finish the stupid slime farm.

12 fiction words, 321 total words

TWELVE.

*sigh* I’m ahead tonight with 28. I have no excuse.

Bai!

Missing

Something has been misplaced in the house, and it’s either been moved by a butthead cat, or by a sleepwalking youth. I’m leaning toward the latter, actually, but I’ll be on edge until the item reappears.

I wrote last night with no television (and no fan, which has no bearing on anything except eventually I got hot and tired), and it went better. I knew it would. I started hacking away and got 500 without even trying, but then I got distracted.

Oops.

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I used a trick learned from my writer friend Erin, and being so close to a round number, I kept on typing. I stopped just past 26,000, which felt good. I thought about trying for more but then got it in my head that I would write in bed (didn’t happen), so shut things down and went on up.

I’m going to start searching for the missing thing some more before leaving for the office. It’s just so strange.

Wake Up

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Day two of waking when I want instead of when the alarm tells me I’m out of time. I had some crazy dreams this morning, though. I don’t remember them particularly well, thankfully.  (Yep. What I do remember is creepy enough that I don’t want to remember more.)

Writing was frustrating last night. I feel stuck, or lost, or out of ideas, or unable to write myself out of this corner. I am confident that it’s a result of my short writing sessions. When I’m only able/take the time to write 300 words or so, it’s impossible to get any momentum. So this is a problem of my own making and would, quite likely, be remedied by turning off the damn television when everyone goes to bed.

303 fiction words, 721 total words

Better than yesterday, but I’m still not happy. Will try again today.