This week I’ll be away from the blog for a bit. I’ll write fiction, and I’m going to try to do a photo post daily, but most of my posts may fall off until I the following week.
I’m also finding that as much fun as the daily headers are, they’re getting tiresome to put together. And they aren’t even hard to do! Just kind of time-consuming, I guess. So I may rethink doing them for a bit.
But I like them. Do I like them more than I’m irritated by them, though?
977 fiction words, 1,317 total words
Words written during an oil change are good words.
They can’t all be positive weeks, and this is not my worst week of the year. I wrote rather steadily, it felt like. It wasn’t the spectacular week I wanted to blow everyone (myself primarily) away with, but Reasons, so.
July fiction total: 4,499
June fiction total: 10,577
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: 77,405
My car has a thing to start it that isn’t quite a key but isn’t quite keyless, either. When I bought it, I read that apparently there’s a “thing” where the car just stops starting. It doesn’t turn over or anything. So I had in my head, when it started performing this way, that it was just a “thing” I was going to have to learn to work around.
My previous car had “things”. I’m proud of determining that, after filling the tank with gas (any amounts) I would need to start the vehicle without my foot on the brake but on the gas, revving it around 2K for nearly thirty seconds, and then, after making sure no humans or buildings or other vehicles were in front of me, quickly putting on the brake, throwing the car into drive, and then praying I could drive it about for a bit (occasionally taking slow tours around buildings) before having to hit the brake again. Then I was good until the next fill-up.
But today I went to get the new car an oil change at my favored service station, they did a courtesy check and sampled the battery. “It’s on the low side of good,” they said, “so unless you’re having trouble starting the car?”
Words written yesterday:
387 fiction words, 518 total words
And I wrote a ton more words this morning at the shop, so I’m excited about that. Today still I hope to get the Income vs Expenses post ready. I have a bit of time, cleaning being put on hold for a bit because I’m tired of sweating.
Yes, it’s after one. It still feels like the morning to me.
Laundry – usual.
Writing – usual.
Groceries – usual (DH’s tackling this today).
I still haven’t done my Income & Expenses post for June yet, and I really want to. I hope to carve out time for it today.
375 fiction words, 638 total words
I had the best, craziest dreams last night. One of them is worthy of writing up into a short story, I think. I’m looking forward to that.
For now, on with the day.
You get cat sounds tonight. My cats have been very vocal lately. I wonder if it’s the heat, or just a general desire for attention, but it’s not clear. They’re also still having fun on their brand new play place, the loveseat sofa sitting upended in my living room. It’ll go away Sunday. The bed will be here for another couple weeks, but that will give the cats new hiding spots, and that’s OK.
There are some really neat cat installations involving posts of about 1′ to 2′ that emerge from the wall horizontal to the floor and are wrapped with sisal rope. I’d like to do something like that someday.
Yesterday I struggled with writing, and I went to bed early thinking I would easily wake this morning to write. To a certain extent, this was correct. Just before 7 a.m. Elder Youth knocked firmly on my door, ripping me from my dream to let me know that something was dripping in the kitchen, and Junior Youth was “freaking out”.
Well, Junior Youth nailed it. There was water coming in the kitchen, and pots and pans were pulled out to catch it. (The house has quirks.) Elder Youth was unimpressed, but Junior Youth definitely got all the points this morning.
Speaking of words last night:
168 fiction words, 309 total words
And tonight is starting late for my routines, but I got a lot of other things done today. (Returning the bass was not among those things, unfortunately.) All is good.
If I never invited people over I would never get anything done.
I have a bed that made its way upstairs and a sofa that’s out of the way.
I’m returning a large string instrument tomorrow.
My car will get an oil change this weekend.
My house will get tidied.
440 fiction words, 569 total words
Yesterday was good, hanging out with friends at our venue of choice. Today was fine, productive, although I can’t shake the feeling that perhaps I’ve missed something. I’ll check it out tomorrow, and it’ll be fine, too.