Just Can’t Tell

0 fiction words, 61 total words

0 fiction words, 61 total words

Now that my word count is out of the way, I can not talk about all the other things!

I’m watching Mindhunter right now. Netflix recommended it, a friend recommended it, I’m watching it. I’m enjoying it, actually.

The main character, Holden, seems quite observant, and yet completely oblivious. It’s comforting, really.

I need to decide what to have for supper. I need to decide whether I should take a break from my pen name for a while. I need to decide whether I like the story for Raven and Rath enough to chop off the dead bits and finish the story.

I need to distract myself. I’m going to find food and drown myself in TV!

Rut

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Mine is deep, and the sides are high.

0 fiction words, 286 total words

Yesterday I cleaned off another shelf, scheduled two appointments, rescheduled one of them, went and did some quick shopping, and found a parking place. (Our small town had their Halloween parade last night, and we live close-ish to the route.)

I did not write.

Today I will write! Promise.

Shorter

Yesterday’s early meeting went well and was over quickly. Signed the paperwork, everything looked good, and now we just get to wait.

Realized I made a somewhat critical error on Tuesday that manifested on Wednesday, but it’s fixable. I know better, though, and I’m not sure how I let it slip through. Somewhat disappointed in myself.

I went to our regional writing thing last night, and after dropping my things off with the group I went and got a haircut. It’s shorter now and a million times cuter, IMHO.

I didn’t write at our writing thing, nor did I plot. My mind was elsewhere, and when I got home, it was simply spinning on one topic, unable to refocus. I watched some movie Marines kill some space monsters, worried a bit, and eventually went to bed.

0 fiction words, 97 total words

October, November, and December usually go by pretty quickly for me. They usually go by quickly, and they usually are accompanied by a great deal of stress and tears. I get depressed. I get overwhelmed. I get frustrated and sick and I end up coming through to my birthday on a wave of negativity. This was a huge part of why I stepped down from my regional leadership role with National Novel Writing Month. In fact, it could be argued that it was the only part. I thought it would help me to not have the pressure.

So far, not helping. I’m already getting stressed and overwhelmed. Now that the one thing I said I would help with has been managed, I’m hoping that those feelings will abate. I need to focus on self-care, and on managing my house and family, and that’s hard.

Very hard.

No time to say “Hello,”

325 fiction words, 626 total words

Well, it’s not quite time to say “Goodbye!” yet. I’m just feeling rushed. I’m not actually late for anything, either. Yet. Clearly, though, there is some anxiety.

Yesterday morning I got some words in, and the afternoon was spent all on working on something for someone else. I shouldn’t mind, but I’m irritated with the task. I just want it to be done so I can stop feeling any responsibility.

325 fiction words, 626 total words

Today is writing group – a Plot-in meeting, actually. And another morning meeting. I hope they both pass with a remarkable lack of stress.

Hell of a day

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Vented to DH about the state of the house, and then when he left, the door handle ripped off in his hand.

Stressing about door handle, the car started making thumping noises that could only be produced by the engine getting ready to explode on my way to work. Turned out to be the hood flapping in the wind.

Made a poor decision on Friday that came back to bite me.

Store stops selling stamps right before I get there.

Nearly cry on a client because overwhelmed.

Stress about this morning’s meeting with supervisor.

Miss the phone call we’ve been waiting months to receive and manage to return it successfully, now have an appointment during work hours to wrap up a project.

Nearly can’t find door handle to replace the one that ripped, find it and discover it’s already been opened and taped back shut, hopefully not indicating level of difficulty of installation.

Get home only minutes (about 20) before dark and start replacing door handle. DH helps, even after I bitched about the house in the morning, and after washing the dishes.

Yesterday stunk.

I am grateful Spot’s problem was just my foot accidentally hitting the hood release and not realizing it.

I am grateful that the phone call I was waiting for also called my parents, resulting in them calling me to let me know I needed to call that guy back.

I am grateful to have that appointment in two days, even though it will cut into my work day because it means we may be in the final stages of having my Grandmother fully moved.

I am grateful for my kid’s hugs.

I am grateful for my adorable cats.

I am grateful to have gotten a shelf cleaned off before yesterday went to shit.

126 fiction words, 455 total words

Lovely skies

The skies are lovely this morning. The light peeking through promises a bit of sun. It is a tad chilly, though. 

Project “Runaway with my free time”

180 fiction words, 316 total words

It’s too bad that I discovered the Lifetime app with several (at least 10) seasons of Project Runway on it, because it’s been several seasons since I watched, and I love that show. So I’m letting it suck a lot of my time.

180 fiction words, 316 total words

But I made sure to get enough words last night to not make this my worst week ever.

I also made sure to get something published and off my plate so I could focus on the current work, and hopefully get the long fantasy that’s been hanging around since April off my plate before November. I think after I finish what I have started currently and get it up for sale, I’ll be in an okay place to really focus on November’s romances.

We’ll see.

I actually got quite a bit done in the last week. I published two things. One was a collection of previously written stories, and I did that in ebook and print format, trying KDP’s Print service for the first time. The second was just a short story, but I published wide, hitting both Smashwords and Amazon. I think that’s going to be the best path for me going forward. I tried Kindle Unlimited, and I don’t feel good with the results.

Regarding KDP’s Print service, it went well for me, but I have a lot of practice with CreateSpace already. I wasn’t able to order a proof copy before putting the book up for sale, and that will be a huge detractor for people new to publishing. On my first two or three books, I had major issues with both interior and exterior files, and it took three proofs with the first, two with the second, and one on the third to get comfortable with my templates and margins.

So even though there weren’t a lot of words written, I did get a lot done. That helps me feel better about the numbers.

On to the next week.

Peeking behind the curtain

20 fiction words, 227 total words

In my word log (a Google spreadsheet) I have one tab for all the words separated by category, one tab for weekly ranks, and one tab for monthly ranks. Most of the time I only get into the weekly tab once a week, and the monthly tab once a month.

Last night I peeked into the weekly tab, and found out that this week is on track to be my worst writing week yet this year.

20 fiction words, 227 total words

With daily fiction counts like that (^) it’s no wonder.

Bleh.

Today I’m going to try to work the weekly rank up past 35 so I don’t feel so bad when reporting back on Monday how the week went. It shouldn’t be that hard. I just need to sit in one spot until I get the words.

Bleh.