I knew where this stupid story was supposed to go, and then I lost it. I’m going to try some freewriting this morning to pick up my spot, see if I can’t sketch out a plan again. I had a good one. It involved Admiral Fluffybutt. I’m going to sort it out again, I swear.
I chose watching a movie recommended by a friend over writing last night, so I only managed 81 words (265 total), which drug my daily fiction average back down to 484.
I choose to do better today, although I do have a full day planned with errands and photocopying and sorting and cleaning. I can get it all squeezed in if I stay focused on the things I want to be doing and let the things I don’t have on my list wait for breaks.
Not only did I strut around in a tee-shirt this morning and early afternoon for errands, with my car window down no less, but yesterday I was sweating.
It’s February! In Pennsylvania!
Odd, odd stuff.
Well, Friday I ended up writing too late to get many words, but I eeked out 122 anyway. 304 words total. The upside is, I got words! The downside is that my daily average was dragged back down to 492. I’ll need another 1,000 words today to get my average back up to 500.
I can do that. I really can. But will my bok steal my attention tonight or will the words win? Only time will tell!
I wrote 869 fiction words yesterday (1,192 words total) which brought my daily fiction average up to 499. I needed 1,000 words to bring the average up to 500, but I got some sad news in the evening when it was time to write. I got a few more, but then it was clear my head wasn’t in the game. I stopped and went to bed, and then slept until 6:00 a.m.
I don’t have yesterday’s head start, and writing is easier in the morning before my head is filled with a day’s worth of drama, stress, and exhaustion, but my goal is to get my daily average up another 11 points.
Goodreads told me yesterday that I was three books behind schedule in the 2017 reading challenge. So the move tossed me off more than just my writing goals, apparently.
Luckily, I was in a new Target Tuesday where I found a whole shelf of books on clearance for 66¢! (I was left otherwise unimpressed, by the way.) Two books were by authors I know and love, so I bought them. (Have I told this story already? I don’t remember.)
Yesterday I tucked the one by Julia Quinn in my purse, and while I didn’t get a chance to start it at work, I opened it at stoplights on the way home, sat in my car for 10 minutes after parking reading, and then for the next five hours (my entire evening) I just read.
Now I’m only two books behind!
I wrote quite a bit in the morning before the book (664 fiction words – not technically a lot, but my current average fiction words are at 492, so more than average), and then that was it. By the time I finished (sometime after 10:30 but before 11:00), there was no more time for words if I wanted to try to wake again today at 5:00 a.m.
Which I also managed.
Total words yesterday broke 1K at 1,039. Today I’d like to try to bring my average fiction words to 500, but of course I remember what a teacher in 8th grade tried to teach us before it was too late: it’s infinitely easier to keep an average high than to drag your average up. So yeah. I need to get cracking while we’re still in the first quarter of the year.
The eldest of the younger half of my family is telling me about a dream. Part of it is good plot bunny material – people can buy unborn dragon eggs in the grocery store, and mobs spawn in your hair when you overheat. I may do something with that. Or if you like, please help yourself.
Yesterday was “normal”! I woke, I went to the office, I left the office on time (mostly), I went to my writing group, and I got home at a reasonable hour! I did everything on my list, though not a lot of anything. Doesn’t matter. Routine! I have achieved it!
Speaking of routine, I recognized last night (again? finally? who knows.) that hey – I really was very proud of myself for that month or so last year that I was waking at 5 a.m. every morning, including weekends, and that should be a good enough reason to get my ass out of bed again at that hour. Right? The memory that I was productive and proud of myself for it simply because I woke at a ridiculously early hour – it’s a good reason.
So at 5 a.m. when my alarm went off and I rolled over because ugh, who wants to get out of a warm, cuddly bed when one can go back to sleep for an entire hour, that thought (luckily) flashed through my mind.
I want to wake up at this hour because it made me feel good.
So I did. Hee!
Anyway. Yesterday I wrote 262 words of fiction, and 539 total. I’m pleased to report that so far this morning I’ve already written more than that, and Space Cats from
Space Earth has reached 25,671 words total. I have actually written more than that this year alone, and I started in December last year, so I’ve cut quite a few words out. I’m kind of thankful I don’t know how many, though. Go figure.
Okay, Wednesday. Bring on more routine for me, please!