Even though we just had a load of holidays, I would have enjoyed having Monday off as well. Alas, that is not to be, and I will be returning to my office in short order.
One would think my weekends could be more productive. And yet, yesterday’s words were hard to come by. 248 of them came from two blog post, and the other 501 of them were from fiction. I was happy to manage more than Friday, but geez.
I think it’s important for me to remember that just because this is another, new year, I have not yet fallen into my regular routine. Life has gotten in the way, as I assist family with a move and am able to take less time for myself. I will need to forgive myself a little, and work a little harder in the new spaces I have for work.
Like now. I have turned off the television and the kids are happy on their devices. If I go and write for 30 minutes, see what I can accomplish, I believe I will feel better about my production tomorrow.
So, if you will excuse me, I need to go prepare some amazing numbers (and move this book further down the line towards production) for tomorrow.
Do you know how difficult it is to get sand out of the base of a portable basketball hoop? The hole is about as big as a child’s wrist, and as it’s had a decade to settle. Inevitably, moisture has made it’s way inside as well as several generation’s worth of spiders.
It is difficult. And heavy. Quite, quite heavy.
Four of us worked on it for an hour. Shaking, thumping, rocking, stabbing, and sweeping, and then once it was light enough for two men to lift, we shoveled the sand onto the grass, then swept the grass with a deck broom.
And then it started to snow. So heavy things were carried from the basement to the front porch, to the garage!
I’m pooped, is what I’m getting at. And that is why this post is a bit late.
Yesterday I watched too much television and wrote too little. 291 fiction words were all I managed in two sessions. Blog words hit at 277 for two posts (nowhere near the 1,000 I wanted). I was incredibly productive in other things, and while the other things aren’t my passion, it’s always good to feel accomplished.
I had a dream last night where Robert De Niro (current, not young) was a ballet dancer back to the troop to win back his love interest but was pursued the entire time by her current boyfriend. It was odd, as it ended with me in an airport, signing not my name to my driver’s license that I made security open (it had apparently arrived in the mail) on my way to my flight.
I’m sure there’s a story in there somewhere. If you find it, you’re free to take it and give it a loving home.
Yesterday I did not write with discipline. Before I hung up the keyboard for the night, though, I did have the WIBBOW thought, and I pushed through to get my fiction words for the year to 10,013 since I was close. Still, I chose Mad Men over work ethic, and even though I knew it was not the right choice, I continued.
I still seem to think I need to wait for “the right moment” to begin writing. I want to change that way of thinking, and write like it’s my job. Fake it ’til you become it, remember? Because I not only want writing to be my job, at this point, I need it.
Yesterday I wrote 362 words in two blog posts, and 558 words in two sessions of fiction, for 920 words total. I also went to bed pretty late, so I didn’t even hear my 5:00 a.m. alarm. (Normally I hear it, but turn it off.)
Today I plan to write 1,000 words of fiction. I don’t have goals for blog post words, just posts – one writing update and one photo challenge.
I like to write in a line. I start at the start, I go to the end, I get in my car, and I go home. I have never even had the tiniest interest in writing a fun scene in the middle because writing in order is what my brain (creative voice) wants to do. It’s never wanted to skip the line before!
Last night it wanted to. So, finishing up the conversation and scene/chapter I was working on, I did.
My brain was just like, “Hey! Skip over the next boring bit, and what happens if G says something to A, and F doesn’t know it? How does A cover the surprise?”
It was fun. Before I sat down to work I thought that I need to be sitting down to write and having fun, but I haven’t done so in a couple of days. I’m not sure if that means I’ve been writing bloat, or if my critical voice has just been too loud. Who knows, but he (because my CV is a boy) sure got the hell out of the way last night.
I wrote 1,415 fiction words yesterday in two sessions (morning and evening), and 369 blog words in two posts. I’m determined to pass 10,000 fiction words today (currently I’m at 9,455), and I have a total of 12,936 total words for the year.
I still haven’t got a good title for my current story (at 13,690 words right now), but I’m leaning toward Space Kittens from
Space Earth because I can picture the cover in my head, and I like the idea I have of how to explain the strikeout. But I’m not at that point in the story yet, so 001 it is.
In other news, my cats are in need of parental intervention. I’m going to go see what they’re destroying right now so I can put it out of their reach. If you will excuse me…
Math does not come naturally to me, but I do love me some spreadsheets and formulas to automatically calculate fabulousness.
For example. In my word tracking spreadsheet, I type in my words written for this blog in one cell and fiction in another. =SUM automatically calculates how many words I’ve written for the day. =SUBTOTAL calculates the cumulative words for the blog, fiction, and daily totals, as well as counts how many days I’ve written (I add comments about the day in a notes column).
=SUM gets me weekly totals as well. =ABS gets me the difference in words written from one week to the next. =AVERAGE is calculating the average total words I write per day, and also my average fiction words.
=RANK ranks my weekly totals, so at a glance, I can find my most productive week of the year.
I love my spreadsheets.
Yesterday I wrote 879 words of fiction. 242 words fell onto this blog. I’ve written 10 days in a row, and 11,152 words total. My average daily word count is 1,115, and my average fiction daily word count is 804.The week is ranked number two, so far, but really that’s not saying much as week one was one day (January 1st, because my weeks start on Mondays), and the number of words for week one were low (483), making it an easy target to beat.
The week is ranked number two, so far, but really that’s not saying much as week one was one day (January 1st, because my weeks start on Mondays), and the number of words for week one were low (483), making it an easy target to beat.
I’m going to continue working on today’s words. I managed to haul myself out of bed at my desired time of 5 a.m., and it has paid off. I look forward to making good progress today and bringing up my average daily count.