Hidey ho, neighbor!
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I’ve been writing this blog nearly all year now – a new one for 2017. Coming back every day for another post is a habit, and a hard one to break. I wasn’t sure I’d be making a post today, but here I am.
I need more habits like this. Some are easier to fall out of once they’re established. I wonder why that is?
I had a delicious Nice Cream for supper tonight, but I still haven’t mastered the art of making them. Next time I promise I’m going to try the small food processor instead of the blender, which I know does better with really liquid stuff rather than just frozen stuff. I keep telling myself that, and I keep forgetting.
That’s all I have for tonight. I should have done this earlier, but I spent all morning sleeping. Nearly, anyway. I still made it to work on time.
I used to have a morning routine (technically I still have a morning routine, just not the one I’m about to talk about) where I would wake at five, feed the cats and make coffee, stretch/exercise in the kitchen, sit and journal with my coffee, write a journal entry, then maybe even write some fiction before starting my day (waking up the house).
The night before I would tell myself, just after winding down and just before going to sleep, that I was grateful to wake the next morning, feeling refreshed, ready to go downstairs and get my coffee, at five a.m.
And it worked.
It still does, although it works better when I immediately haul my butt out of bed instead of telling myself when I wake that I really could use that extra half hour, and no, it really won’t matter that much if I take it.
But anyway, I woke just before half-past five today. Good stuff.
250 fiction words, 355 total words
The words were competing with Mindhunter yesterday. I’m enjoying the show and wish they decided to make the season longer than 10 episodes. I still have one to go, so no spoilers, please. I’m still waiting for the main character, Ford, to become one of the murderers they’re interviewing. There’s just something about him.
I didn’t write for four days in a row last week. Reasons, excuses, blah, blah, blah.I’m hoping to get back into things today. There’s a short story I should have no problem fixing and a longer one that needs surgery (although that may wait until after November at this point).
I hope everyone has a lovely start to their week. It looks like there’s a shelf in my living room calling my name this morning, wouldn’t you know. More books to give away, most likely. I can see one, at least, that I’ll likely never get back to, and there’s a whole ‘nother row behind that one.
October fiction total: 5,713
September fiction total: 30,811
August fiction total: 27,362
July fiction total: 9,303
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: 146,095
This camera does a heck of a nice job in low light. My blackish brown cat has never looked so good.
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Woo, look at that, four days in a row.
Today DH is taking the Youths out of the house so I can write, so I will write, and f* the mood that doesn’t want me to write. It’s probably fading anyway.
I did get a creative idea that involves a bit of writing but really more writing for other people rather than myself, although certainly, I would want to test it too.
Just got really distracted and I’m not even sure how it happened.
Anyway, everyone is gone but the cats so I need to write now. Wish me luck.
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Now that my word count is out of the way, I can not talk about all the other things!
I’m watching Mindhunter right now. Netflix recommended it, a friend recommended it, I’m watching it. I’m enjoying it, actually.
The main character, Holden, seems quite observant, and yet completely oblivious. It’s comforting, really.
I need to decide what to have for supper. I need to decide whether I should take a break from my pen name for a while. I need to decide whether I like the story for Raven and Rath enough to chop off the dead bits and finish the story.
I need to distract myself. I’m going to find food and drown myself in TV!
Mine is deep, and the sides are high.
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Yesterday I cleaned off another shelf, scheduled two appointments, rescheduled one of them, went and did some quick shopping, and found a parking place. (Our small town had their Halloween parade last night, and we live close-ish to the route.)
I did not write.
Today I will write! Promise.
Yesterday’s early meeting went well and was over quickly. Signed the paperwork, everything looked good, and now we just get to wait.
Realized I made a somewhat critical error on Tuesday that manifested on Wednesday, but it’s fixable. I know better, though, and I’m not sure how I let it slip through. Somewhat disappointed in myself.
I went to our regional writing thing last night, and after dropping my things off with the group I went and got a haircut. It’s shorter now and a million times cuter, IMHO.
I didn’t write at our writing thing, nor did I plot. My mind was elsewhere, and when I got home, it was simply spinning on one topic, unable to refocus. I watched some movie Marines kill some space monsters, worried a bit, and eventually went to bed.
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October, November, and December usually go by pretty quickly for me. They usually go by quickly, and they usually are accompanied by a great deal of stress and tears. I get depressed. I get overwhelmed. I get frustrated and sick and I end up coming through to my birthday on a wave of negativity. This was a huge part of why I stepped down from my regional leadership role with National Novel Writing Month. In fact, it could be argued that it was the only part. I thought it would help me to not have the pressure.
So far, not helping. I’m already getting stressed and overwhelmed. Now that the one thing I said I would help with has been managed, I’m hoping that those feelings will abate. I need to focus on self-care, and on managing my house and family, and that’s hard.