I wrote 869 fiction words yesterday (1,192 words total) which brought my daily fiction average up to 499. I needed 1,000 words to bring the average up to 500, but I got some sad news in the evening when it was time to write. I got a few more, but then it was clear my head wasn’t in the game. I stopped and went to bed, and then slept until 6:00 a.m.
I don’t have yesterday’s head start, and writing is easier in the morning before my head is filled with a day’s worth of drama, stress, and exhaustion, but my goal is to get my daily average up another 11 points.
Goodreads told me yesterday that I was three books behind schedule in the 2017 reading challenge. So the move tossed me off more than just my writing goals, apparently.
Luckily, I was in a new Target Tuesday where I found a whole shelf of books on clearance for 66¢! (I was left otherwise unimpressed, by the way.) Two books were by authors I know and love, so I bought them. (Have I told this story already? I don’t remember.)
Yesterday I tucked the one by Julia Quinn in my purse, and while I didn’t get a chance to start it at work, I opened it at stoplights on the way home, sat in my car for 10 minutes after parking reading, and then for the next five hours (my entire evening) I just read.
Now I’m only two books behind!
I wrote quite a bit in the morning before the book (664 fiction words – not technically a lot, but my current average fiction words are at 492, so more than average), and then that was it. By the time I finished (sometime after 10:30 but before 11:00), there was no more time for words if I wanted to try to wake again today at 5:00 a.m.
Which I also managed.
Total words yesterday broke 1K at 1,039. Today I’d like to try to bring my average fiction words to 500, but of course I remember what a teacher in 8th grade tried to teach us before it was too late: it’s infinitely easier to keep an average high than to drag your average up. So yeah. I need to get cracking while we’re still in the first quarter of the year.
The eldest of the younger half of my family is telling me about a dream. Part of it is good plot bunny material – people can buy unborn dragon eggs in the grocery store, and mobs spawn in your hair when you overheat. I may do something with that. Or if you like, please help yourself.
Yesterday was “normal”! I woke, I went to the office, I left the office on time (mostly), I went to my writing group, and I got home at a reasonable hour! I did everything on my list, though not a lot of anything. Doesn’t matter. Routine! I have achieved it!
Speaking of routine, I recognized last night (again? finally? who knows.) that hey – I really was very proud of myself for that month or so last year that I was waking at 5 a.m. every morning, including weekends, and that should be a good enough reason to get my ass out of bed again at that hour. Right? The memory that I was productive and proud of myself for it simply because I woke at a ridiculously early hour – it’s a good reason.
So at 5 a.m. when my alarm went off and I rolled over because ugh, who wants to get out of a warm, cuddly bed when one can go back to sleep for an entire hour, that thought (luckily) flashed through my mind.
I want to wake up at this hour because it made me feel good.
So I did. Hee!
Anyway. Yesterday I wrote 262 words of fiction, and 539 total. I’m pleased to report that so far this morning I’ve already written more than that, and Space Cats from
Space Earth has reached 25,671 words total. I have actually written more than that this year alone, and I started in December last year, so I’ve cut quite a few words out. I’m kind of thankful I don’t know how many, though. Go figure.
Okay, Wednesday. Bring on more routine for me, please!
Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday. I need to bring a new CD with me to work so I can load it in my car and not have to listen to news about hunters and lead shot and Bald Eagles with lead poisoning this morning.
Yesterday I wrote 147 fiction words, 398 total. My goal for today is to write more fiction than I blog. Twice as much, even. Which means I ought to get working on the 2nd blog post early, so I know what my goal is to beat.
Also, remembering the goal would be a good thing as well. Even though I’m still keeping up with my #BuJo, it’s currently just a routine that’s keeping me sane. It’s drawing in pretty pages, and then not actually doing anything once those pages are established. The next morning I cross out the things that it would have been very difficult not to accomplish and so I probably shouldn’t have written them down in the first place (write, blog, journal, survive was yesterday’s list).
But that’s OK. Because when I don’t keep up with that bare minimum, I feel worse. It’s not the standard I’d like to keep, but keeping this tiny bit going is keeping me just a fraction closer to sane and away from completely losing my shit.
Today I need to add “make a lunch” to my list.
To review last week: *thbpt*
Weekly total words: 2,540
Weekly total fiction words: 1,182
Weekly total blog words: 1,358
Difference from last week: -40%
Weekly rank: 7 (of 8)
I wrote 482 fiction words yesterday, my best day all week. 610 total. It was, finally, a normal day without any reference to the office job, except for the venting that inevitably takes place when something irritating happens. I look forward to more normal days, with a return to my writing group on Tuesday and a nice, two-day weekend.
My cats, to make up for last week, are currently taking turns covering me with purrs. A few moments ago the largest of the brothers was lying across my lap and arms, and then the beautiful one joined him. They’ve both left, and the dark one has leapt up (and since leapt down) for a brief purr and cuddle. The bold one got his affection in after my shower. (Why do they like jumping in my shower after I’m done? I do not know.)
Well, it’s Monday, and even though every single person in my house gets to be home from work today, I need to get moving toward the door.
I’m relieved to say today I had a day resembling normal. Yesterday was not that day, however.
I clocked 16 words (197 total).
Tomorrow, 7/8ths of my family have the day off. The rest of the week, 5/8ths of my family have off. I am a bit envious, that is certain.
I don’t want to waste words here. I’m going to post a picture and get playing with the important words. 😉
The letter O, for office, where I sit on a Saturday when I don’t usually work because of…
The letter S, for salary, which is why I am at the office on a weekend, and…
The number 35, which was the number of fiction words I wrote yesterday (a grand total of 248 for the day), even though I had a really great idea to finish the book.
Beware the thought, “Oh, that’s so great! I’ll definitely remember that!”
Because you won’t. YOU WON’T.
Notebooks. Like I don’t carry several with me every day? And at least three pens? There’s no excuse.
It feels like Saturday, though. I’m pretty sure my week is just screwed up because I’ve been at the office so frequently. And the drugs (Advil Cold & Sinus) probably aren’t helping. I mean, they are helping. Look, ma! I can breathe! But in terms of thinking straight… (I almost said “in terms of having a clear head” – ha!)
I wrote 252 fiction words yesterday and 465 words total. I’m wondering if I’m just stuck on this story and need to try something else for a week, or if I can push through and get this f*er done.
Since half the house has a free day today (not me, though), my morning is a little more relaxed. Computers are turned on. People are absorbed. Perhaps that will let me get into things a little more.
We’ll see tomorrow.
Morning. Morning is probably what I meant to say up there.
I’ll have to grab more DayQuil before I actually start my day. That is clear. And another cup of coffee.
I find it eternally unfair that half my family has the next to regularly scheduled work/school days off. I would like those two days off. Why can’t I have those two days off?
Adulting. You can eat cookies for breakfast, but you don’t get 4-day weekends related to holidays like President’s Day. *sigh*
I wrote 340 fiction words yesterday! Nowhere near the total I would prefer, but more than I’ve managed in the last seven days, so I’m satisfied. The writing out thing didn’t work, though. I really need to get my desk back.
There were 563 total words involved in the day, by the way. And the cats are adorable. Just in case you were wondering.
Have a lovely Thursday!
This morning I’m able to breathe with minimal assistance from drugs. It’s a good sign, and one I’m going to run with. I also have the morning either for sleeping (if it seems necessary), or running word-related errands and a little extra writing time. I’m actually hoping for the latter, and am prepared for both.
Yesterday I wrote 29 fiction words with a total of 145 words for the day. It’s not a lot, but they were honest to goodness Valentines Day words and they kept my streak going.
Today will be better. Yesterday I got to rest at work, doing things at my desk instead of moving around the office, lifting heavy stuff, etc. I went to bed early again, but I don’t think I’ll need that kind of 9-hour stretch of sleep anymore.