Hi, Friday! Thank goodness you’re here.

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.

Okay, Monday. Wait…

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!

On the mend

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.

Showing up

I’m glad I was able to show up a little bit yesterday morning because by the evening I was miserable.

28 fiction words, 312 total. 28 fiction words are about one sentence paragraph (see below).

Still not feeling up to par. Hoping the extra rest I’ll be able to get tomorrow morning will fix me.

Yesterday’s paragraph:

Doug looked at Payback. “Listen to Sarah,” he told his pet. “I think you should get to eat them too, but we’re guests. We don’t eat our hosts.”

Ctrl + Alt + Del

Yesterday was moving, and throwing stuff away, and getting people in to claim furniture and cabinets, and move more stuff, and I don’t even know, except it took nine hours to get done.

But it’s all over. At least the moving out part. Now there’s a new challenge of moving things in, and straightening up the new place, getting it ready and looking like nobody is there for an inspection on Wednesday, and after that, to hopefully get the place ready for people to work.

It’s going to be a tight fit, but I think we can do it.

At any rate, with the outside work that happened yesterday, I squeezed in 269 words yesterday morning and had a grand total of 599 between blogs and fiction. I hope to do the same this morning, and continue to do so until I beat this cold and have a little more energy in the evenings. I hope to see that by the end of the week.

Oh! And I should review last week here, too.

Weekly total words: 4,266
Weekly total fiction words: 2,331
Weekly total blog words: 1,935
Difference from last week: -24%
Weekly rank: 5 (of 7)

Overall, writing is slow simply because of time. When I have the time to write, I need to sleep to try to get over this cold, or simply because I’m too exhausted to write. The end result is during my usual writing time in the evenings, I’m sleeping. Hopefully it’s just a work sick (working too hard, too much time in and out of the warm and cold temps), and not an actual sick that will drag me down further.

Fevers are not allowed, you hear?