Okay, so I spent another day without publication work mainly because I didn’t have the right computer at hand. The other reason is that it doesn’t feel quite right yet, and so I thought a little space would be helpful. We’re going with that.
I wrote a bit: 174 fiction words (271 total words). Not a ton, but progress. (I seem to say that a lot.) Yesterday was laundry, relaxing, writing, reading. Photos of cute flowers. Some Minecraft.
I also watched The Dressmaker yesterday, which was amazing. I really enjoyed it, the storytelling was splendid, and Kate Winslett did a splendid job. I watched it for free with Amazon Prime, so if you have that you could do the same. Otherwise, it would be worth the rental, and it’s one I’ll probably purchase once it’s no longer available on Prime.
Y’okie, can you tell I’m distracted? It’s a perfect time to get some publishing done. Maybe I can get the A Brief History proof copy ordered. Small steps, Ellie.
Yesterday I relaxed more than I should have, but I still managed 28 fiction words, 314 total words, and 0 hours on publication. It was Friday, with a medical appointment I needed to courier family to, a school event for Junior Youth (fun was had), and then I got tired faster than I expected. That’s probably because I was too busy digging a hole (in Minecraft).
Anyway, today is for writing, not blogging. I’m off to do the things.
I am a perfectionist. I am particular, generally, about the way things appear. Especially things that I create. I care about appearances. I like being in control of those things. I like knowing how I want a thing to look, and being able to make it look that way.
But I swear, the first thing that’s going to go when I have the income to support it is doing my own covers and interiors. I’m going to get someone who does it professionally or train someone to do it to my standards. Either one – I’m not picky. It’s such a time suck.
Last night, I didn’t do anything toward publishing. I have to do the final layout portion of my cover still, and instead, I dug a hole in Minecraft. It’ll be a slime farm, so I dug a hole with purpose, but it was still a hole. It was fun, with a decent pickaxe. Then just before bed, I managed 372 fiction words (for a total of 670 total words). Those 372 words broke me out of that death spiral chapter I was stuck in (I hope) and can get me back on track.
The rest of the day was fine, too. This morning everyone is sluggish except for me, who got the benefit of an alarming wake-up call in the form of a rocketing cat knocking things off the side table and using my hip as a launchpad. To where I do not know. But I am awake, so I’m grateful for that.
Good morning, Friday!
I have oodles of new books in my house, including a couple new copies of my book (which are wrapped as gifts to discourage me from fawning over them unnecessarily), and I have no idea when I’m going to have time to read them all.
Henchgirl will probably go the fastest. I read about it on Bust, and then when I purchased it I got a free comic from Amazon (X-23: The Complete Collection Vol. 1). Since that was an ebook, I finished that one quickly. I can also see Blubber (Judy Blume) on my shelves, along with Starship Troopers (Robert A. Heinlein), whose rules for writing I try to follow. That doesn’t even count the tons of educational/motivational/psychological books I have (ten, at least, with more hiding elsewhere) that I want to read “for work”, and the oodles of books that movies have been based on that I pick up and never seem to get to.
Ah, the TBR pile. I loves you. (We’re not going to think about the books I have on Kindle I need to consume. That would just be overwhelming.)
Yesterday I actually tried to write a bit, but only came out with 99 fiction words and 202 total words. I spent a meager 0.25 hours on publication where I came up with a slightly better book blurb for A Brief History. That’s all I have to say about that.
That’s all I have to say about all of it, actually. Have a lovely Thursday.
The only thing I did really well yesterday was sleep – eight hours and ten minutes worth. Thank you, fitbit. I loves you, too.
I didn’t write. I didn’t publish. I blogged, but that was it. I’m experimenting with not commenting on the photos I post not for any real artsy reason, but because I thought it might be interesting to consume the photos without any context aside from the ALT text, which I try to fill in every time.
I hung out with friends for about 90 minutes then headed for home, where I began sleeping. It was nice. I feel rested.