Yesterday was productive, with acquiring of bookcases (5-shelf, quantity: three), grocery shopping, money, watching Arrival, also watching 2012, and lots of positive thinking.
I wrote 217 words just under the wire before I went to bed, and made 417 words total. And, since it’s Monday, I also get to spam you with numbers about last week!
Weekly total words: 5,889
Weekly total fiction words: 4,058
Weekly total blog words: 1,831
Difference from last week: 45%
Weekly rank: 4 (of 11)
March fiction total: 5,690
February fiction total: 9,217
January fiction total: 18,615
I’m motivated seeing those monthly totals. January was a darn good month! I’ll make March that good, too. Today feels like a good day to write.
Yesterday was a quiet day full of words – just not ones I created. I read nearly all day that I wasn’t doing laundry, and it was fabulous. I read (and finished) a Mary Jo Putney historical romance. She’s not the funniest author, but she does frequently make me cry, and this time I swore, cried, and laughed a bit, and those are things that I consider a success in a romance novel.
So it was good.
I wrote a token 46 words to keep my streak up, with 195 words total for the day. Because the reading was good, I’m still considering yesterday a success.
Today should be as well, with a movie or two and the acquisition of three bookcases for work or home. I’m not certain which.
…the Samsung Note 3! I’m posting from my phone because A) I can, B) I don’t have a computer with me, and C) why not? When we carry tiny computers in our pockets, we might as well make use of them.
I may even write a bit later from it!
Yesterday I wrote (wait, I wrote it down somewhere…) 611 fiction words, a total of 813 words, and now average 482 fiction words per day.
Did I mention I can see the end of Space Cats from -Space-* Earth? Because I can. It’s very exciting.
*I’ll sort out how to strike that out later.
And now I’m neck deep in other things so I shall sign off. Loves!
Lions and tigers, I say. Lions and tigers.
No bears. They’re on strike. There is a cow, though. I don’t see him at the moment, but I know he’s here.
Yesterday I wrote 434 words, down a bit from the day before. I got caught up a bit reading and was a little more tired than the day should merit. I had spent more than a little time sneezing and suffering a leaky nose in the morning, but an Advil Cold & Sinus seemed to stop that in it’s tracks. Thankfully.
My total words for the day clocked in at 706*, and my average pulp words are riding at 480. I really need another couple 1K+ days, and I think I can manage them, hopefully on Saturday and Sunday.
Wish me luck.
My yesterday wasn’t as productive as the day before, but it still was a good word day. I wrote X words (with X words total).
I keep a Bullet Journal. It was actually a suggestion by someone who stopped by during the A to Z Blog Challenge last year. They were all like, “You sound like the kind of person who would like this.” And I was all like, “What is that?” And then I was all like, “OMGIHAVETOHAVETHISINMYLIFE” and I bought journals and pens and got hooked on content by Kara at Boho Berry, and the rest is history.
(I don’t actually know the etymology or origin of that phrase, but I don’t think I’ve used it correctly.)
Anyway, could I track yesterday’s lack of progress to the fact that I forgot to track my time yesterday in my #bujo? I could make the connection, but I don’t think it’s a strong one. I also woke this morning at my goal hour, then fell back asleep for an hour nap, setting me back an hour in my morning. Could I connect that to yesterday’s failure? Again, not a strong connection.
But it was the first one I made. I’m being careful to keep it open this morning so I don’t forget. I’m actually not clear on how tracking my day helps me, but it was a suggestion in a seminar I took to find where I have time to write. It may be working without me realizing it, but it’s a task I enjoy, as I really like to see my routine on paper.
Apparently. Because I keep doing it.