I have been getting a lot of sleep lately. More than I probably should, although I’ve never really established how much sleep I need to function optimally. I can survive with six hours, but am I really a seven-hour-a-night person? Eight? I should sort that out for reals and for goods.
Yesterday was cool, except I seem to perhaps be dancing on the fringes of a cold. Thus, the extra sleep. Anyway, I had a normal work day, a slow writing day, and I wrote a book review. I had no idea I was going to be adding book reviews to the site, but someone asked for my opinion on The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, and so I wrote that one. Bottom line? Hokey, but I felt it was right up my alley. Have I acted on it yet? No. Sleep. See the issue?
118 fiction words, 913 total words
Teeny tiny fiction words, huge total words (because the book review was long).
I hope to make up for it today, but it’s already 9:30 in the evening. So the odds are not great.
Well, that’s a very sloppy title for the book I just finished by Marie Kondō, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, but there’s the gist of it as it gets filtered through my brain. Ms. Kondō wrote a lovely, short book about her method of “tidying up”, as she calls it. But that word (tidying) grates on my nerves, so we’re going to go with “cleaning up your crap”.
Anyway, on to the book!
Kondō writes that the way to clean up our homes and our lives is to take a look at everything, and if we don’t love it, lump it. No, seriously. Don’t worry about whether you’re still going to have enough underwear to make it through the week, don’t worry that you won’t have an outfit to wear to that super-specific event, just discard anything that you don’t absolutely love and everything will work out okay.
And for goodness’ sake, when you’re going through your stuff, don’t leave anything out! Otherwise, she’s going to throw it away. (If you didn’t remember it when it came time to look at everything, clearly it’s not worth keeping.)
Don’t forget to re-learn how to fold your clothes, either.
I enjoyed it. No, I really enjoyed it. To be perfectly frank, thanking items for their service, or for the purpose they served, is not out of my realm of acceptable concepts.
And let me just say right now that I keep absolutely everything. I keep things out of guilt. I keep things because of “someday”. I keep things because I spent good money on that. And I keep things because I’ll fit into it again, and seven years ago when it fit last it was so super cute! So I am the target audience here.
What Kondō has written makes sense to me, and I am beyond excited to try it out. And I hate to clean! (Unless, of course, I’m angry. Then I clean as an expression of my fury.)
There are a couple things, though, that I will adjust for my sanity. Not that I think I know how to clean crap up better than the author, but I do know me pretty well.
“Quickly” is going to have to mean a few weeks. If I start losing steam, I can probably pick up the pace again, but I only have a few weekday evening hours and one weekend day available to do such things.
And I’m going to have to run things by my family. There are things that have been entrusted to me with the understanding that I will keep them. In this process, I’m not supposed to involve my mother at all, but I don’t want her to find I’ve given away or trashed something that would “spark joy” (Kondō’s words for what happens when you find something you should keep). Or, you know, send her into a deep spiral of sad.
Okay, I should address the fact that this book is kind of hokey. Thank your house for sheltering you? Give each item an “address”? And I just flipped through a couple of reviews asking about finding joy in beige underwear and carrot peelers.
I get it. I really do. This isn’t for everyone, and if you’re rolling your eyes while reading it, don’t force it. Find yourself another way to clean up your crap. There are dozens of ways, and while Kondō hasn’t had any clients slip back into their pre-tidying ways, that doesn’t mean that this is the only route.
I’m going to take pictures.
I’m going to work very hard not to attack my husband’s stuff or my kids’ stuff in the process because “I know best.”
That is all.
The words are low to report because yesterday I went to my third movie in five days (a new personal record, actually). I saw Aliens: Covenant with some of our Tuesday writing group, and it was pretty good. I’m glad I saw it in theaters. I’m angry about Walter. And because Tuesdays at Wegmans are great for friends but lousy for writing, I got very few words in before it was time for bed.
101 fiction words, 286 total words
The day was fun, so I’m glad of that. Today’s another one, with the promise of steady work at the office to leave me feeling productive without being bored.
And that someone would be me. Because when I don’t wake up early enough, I don’t have time to do this first thing in the morning, and that’s when I would prefer to get it done.
In other news!
400 fiction words, 788 total words
Not above average. Yesterday I ended up emptying a box from college (I may have mentioned), and that was incredibly productive and I’m so glad its empty. The cats will enjoy eating it before I can return it to my parents, or someone else who might need it.
Other than that, yesterday was normal. See, this is why I should do this early in the morning. There’s more things to reflect on from the previous day!
Some progress is better than no progress any day of the week.
DAILY: 472 fiction words, 650 total words
Yesterday was full of laundry and not much writing since I planned poorly and forgot to bring the writing computer when I brought a Youth as well. I made up for it in the evening, but not enough to make it a 10K week. I knew that was coming, so the blow was lessened, at least.
Overall the week was a win. I increased words over the previous week, and my week was ranked in the single digits. Now that we’re approaching the halfway point of the year, this becomes more impressive.
June fiction total: 5,403
May fiction total: 6,107
April fiction total: 15,814
March fiction total: 12,576
February fiction total: 9,217
January fiction total: 18,615
2017 fiction total: 67,732
I’m pleased that June has almost surpassed May’s words. I’m going to hit that this week, I’m sure, and that will begin washing the bad taste out of my brain.
My Google Sheets says my average words per day are hitting 180, but my calculations are also off (it’s actually 491). I’ll have to look into how I can make Sheets realize how many days have passed and then divide my total by that number instead of the total days of the month. I may just need to change the number manually, which is no fun, but certainly easier.
I’m off for the day. Apologies for the brevity, but I have things to get done.
Happy Monday to all!