Which means two posts today! And this one will be short.
I wrote words yesterday twice – 353 of them! They were quite awful though, so I may cut them out. I will likely cut them out, actually. There were 710 words total for yesterday and an additional 515 words of freewriting.
I wrote with friends at a grocery store, together with the group but also by myself which made me happy. I wrote before work, too. As I’m about to attempt now, so if you will excuse me!
I was asked yesterday to use someone’s computer to find some pictures and email them or put them on a flash drive, CD, or other removable media. Since the computer kept ejecting the flash drive before things could be copied, I went with CDs.
I filled 15 CDs with photos and videos. Actually, I filled 10 CDs with videos, only 5 with photos. Thankfully, the second part of that project is being taken care of by others (although it’s not entirely out of the realm of possibility that I get called in on it again – I dearly hope that doesn’t happen).
At home, I struggled to find the right “mood” for writing, which is completely stupid because I know that I can’t wait for that. I should have spent my antsy time cleaning off the stupid desk instead. Then I could go sit there and not have an excuse. Which reminds me, I have to ask a friend a favor about some Internets. If I could find the computer. I don’t see it. That’s not a good thing.
I managed a paltry 95 fiction words (440 total with blog posts), and a separate, not counted in any total but its own, 558 freewriting words. I have an idea for a session tonight – “What would I write if everyone I know was dead”. That’s a morbid way to put it, but essentially, I want to think about what I’d write if I stopped worrying about what I think everyone else would think about what I write.
Also, my daily average is back down to 474 words per day in fiction. I must drag that number back up by its stringy, unwashed hair.
That’s all I have for now. I’ll probably grab a photo at Wegmans, and I will remember to bring a paperback for my friend Erin, if she makes it, so she can have the pleasure of snicker-snorting through a Julia Quinn romance.
Every week I need to go search for the stat block I used the week before. I never come prepared, I just start typing and then think, oh! Hey! I need that thing!
Yesterday was fun, with a spur-of-the-moment trip to IKEA. I knew before I went exactly what I wanted and where it was in the warehouse, but then I spent five minutes once we’d found it waffling between the wood that matches my house, or the wood that matches some of the other furniture I’ve purchased from there. I went with the former, and the cushions on the chair I bought matches the latter. It should all be good.
Yesterday I wrote 254 words, for a total of 455. My fiction average is 480, down again from the day I got it to 499. I also wrote 1,077 freewriting words, which I’m not going to total with anything else except itself. It was immensely helpful in getting at least a little direction for the last bit of story. I don’t know if it will always be this way, but with the past few NaNo novels I’ve done I start to falter about 2/3 of the way through and lose sense of the story. I start to wander, and this at least has pointed the way to the finish line.
To review the week:
Weekly total words: 4,192
Weekly total fiction words: 2,399
Weekly total blog words: 1,793
Difference from last week: 65%
Weekly rank: 6 (of 9)
Overall, a huge improvement over the week before. And having more fiction than blog words is what I really appreciate seeing. It wasn’t a daily habit, but maybe this week.
Also, what the heck, February! I know it has 28 days, but for some reason, the fact that March is just two days away now is startling. I wasn’t ready.
I knew where this stupid story was supposed to go, and then I lost it. I’m going to try some freewriting this morning to pick up my spot, see if I can’t sketch out a plan again. I had a good one. It involved Admiral Fluffybutt. I’m going to sort it out again, I swear.
I chose watching a movie recommended by a friend over writing last night, so I only managed 81 words (265 total), which drug my daily fiction average back down to 484.
I choose to do better today, although I do have a full day planned with errands and photocopying and sorting and cleaning. I can get it all squeezed in if I stay focused on the things I want to be doing and let the things I don’t have on my list wait for breaks.
Not only did I strut around in a tee-shirt this morning and early afternoon for errands, with my car window down no less, but yesterday I was sweating.
It’s February! In Pennsylvania!
Odd, odd stuff.
Well, Friday I ended up writing too late to get many words, but I eeked out 122 anyway. 304 words total. The upside is, I got words! The downside is that my daily average was dragged back down to 492. I’ll need another 1,000 words today to get my average back up to 500.
I can do that. I really can. But will my bok steal my attention tonight or will the words win? Only time will tell!
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.