Heck, I’ll rest later.
I would like to take this moment to remind myself that of all the weeks I should not feel bad about my word count, this should be that week. I’ve been working multiples of times harder than usual for my office job, and the words I’ve gotten in are damn miracles all on their own. I get home spent, and now I’ve worked myself into some kind of sore-throat, coughing illness. (I’m sure sweating and then standing in the cold hasn’t helped. Somebody warned me about that, once.)
Yesterday I wrote 37 words, with a total of 355 if you include blog words and not just fiction words. I will probably get about the same amount in today, as I need to be at the office in two hours or so, and an hour and a half of that are already claimed for travel, errands, and hygiene.
Yesterday I also was at the office for 5 hours taking photos, forgetting to put them on Craigslist (shit), tearing down computers, opening printers I couldn’t get closed, and trying not to trip over wires. Today may be more of the same, hopefully without the need for Craigslist.
Wish me luck.
Greetings and salutations! It’s Saturday, and while I usually travel to take care of routing clothing maintenance, today I’ll be going into the office to bring it one step closer to shut down. I believe we get to unthread the network, which probably sounds more interesting to me than it actually will be. Well, it just seems that it’ll all be done faster if I help, and if it gets done quickly, maybe we can work on things that need to get done tomorrow, so that tomorrow, we can get more done before the deadline.
Please note: there’s no real chance that we’ll get everything done by the deadline. There’s too much remaining furniture and not enough places to put them. Are you interesting in purchasing a 2-high file cabinet or office chair, by the way? Deadline is looming.
Yesterday I wrote 253 words in fiction, with a grand total of 516. I squeezed them in after a day of loading and unloading a moving truck twice, and shortly after collapsed into bed.
I’m actually surprised that I feel as well as I do today. I’m not too achy, and even though I am getting a cold, I think I’ll be able to push through it for a couple of days before it really takes me down. By then we should be moved into the new office – temporarily if not permanently – and my absence will not mean things don’t get moved.
I had been trying to reply to all comments. I had been trying to visit and comment on the blogs of friends. In the last couple days, I can’t even keep on top of my regular routine, and I’m pretty sure it’s only because I’m forcing blog posts and a bit of writing before leaving the house in the morning that I get that much done.
This morning I’m pretty foggy, and it doesn’t help that the blowing snow is causing delays. The house is in a bit of chaos, to put it simply, and my already foggy brain is trying to tell me to just…
Yesterday I wrote 179 words before going back to sleep because the offices ended up closing completely. I woke up and made it in about noon to help move boxes onto the truck, and today we get to move them off the truck (but with considerably more people to assist us). I had a grand total of 400 words for the day, which means I blogged more than I wrote.
Well, I’ll try again today. And eventually I’ll finish this story. Probably. Hopefully.
Three-quarters of my family are excused from their obligations today due to the quantity of snow that has fallen from the skies and accumulated on the ground (despite yesterday’s 60-degree temperatures and my desperate wishes otherwise). That’s lovely for them, but my current office job is in such transition that I certainly will be expected to make an appearance at some point. Despite the weather, there is oodles more to accomplish there.
Yesterday morning I wrote 417 words before we needed to rush out the door, and I had planned to write more. Exhaustion sent me to bed at 9 p.m., though, and kept me there for nine amazing hours. I’m rested now, and ready to shovel a path to the car (after wading through the snow to the garage to get said shovel).
I’m looking forward to the shoveling, actually. A little.
Duly noted. Yesterday I mentioned in the subject that I would do something if things got any weirder.
They did, but I didn’t.
And I also mentioned hoping I got at least 500 words in before I left the house, in case I didn’t manage any later.
I did, and I didn’t.
So today’s lesson is, don’t tempt fate, friends. “I want to do at least X in case of Y” – better make your X significant, because now Y is nearly guaranteed.
(Yes, I know things don’t actually work out like that. Still – make it a really big X you can be proud of.)
I wrote 626 words yesterday in the morning before I left the house, and didn’t even get to my writing group for more than a few minutes about two minutes after it was scheduled to end. (It wasn’t over – we always run late because we have so much fun with each other.) 898 was my grand total for the day.
I really want to write at least 1,000 words this morning in case my day is so amazing that I end up incredibly motivated to write 3,000 more words tonight.
HA! Take that, fate!