But wait, there’s more!

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!

Tuesday’s here, and all is well with…nothing, actually.

Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday. I need to bring a new CD with me to work so I can load it in my car and not have to listen to news about hunters and lead shot and Bald Eagles with lead poisoning this morning.

Yesterday I wrote 147 fiction words, 398 total. My goal for today is to write more fiction than I blog. Twice as much, even. Which means I ought to get working on the 2nd blog post early, so I know what my goal is to beat.

Also, remembering the goal would be a good thing as well. Even though I’m still keeping up with my #BuJo, it’s currently just a routine that’s keeping me sane. It’s drawing in pretty pages, and then not actually doing anything once those pages are established. The next morning I cross out the things that it would have been very difficult not to accomplish and so I probably shouldn’t have written them down in the first place (write, blog, journal, survive was yesterday’s list).

But that’s OK. Because when I don’t keep up with that bare minimum, I feel worse. It’s not the standard I’d like to keep, but keeping this tiny bit going is keeping me just a fraction closer to sane and away from completely losing my shit.

Today I need to add “make a lunch” to my list.

Quick Morning Post

To review last week: *thbpt*

Weekly total words: 2,540
Weekly total fiction words: 1,182
Weekly total blog words: 1,358
Difference from last week: -40%
Weekly rank: 7 (of 8)

I wrote 482 fiction words yesterday, my best day all week. 610 total. It was, finally, a normal day without any reference to the office job, except for the venting that inevitably takes place when something irritating happens. I look forward to more normal days, with a return to my writing group on Tuesday and a nice, two-day weekend.

My cats, to make up for last week, are currently taking turns covering me with purrs. A few moments ago the largest of the brothers was lying across my lap and arms, and then the beautiful one joined him. They’ve both left, and the dark one has leapt up (and since leapt down) for a brief purr and cuddle. The bold one got his affection in after my shower. (Why do they like jumping in my shower after I’m done? I do not know.)

Well, it’s Monday, and even though every single person in my house gets to be home from work today, I need to get moving toward the door.

*thbpt*

Week ends

I’m relieved to say today I had a day resembling normal. Yesterday was not that day, however.

I clocked 16 words (197 total).

Tomorrow, 7/8ths of my family have the day off. The rest of the week, 5/8ths of my family have off. I am a bit envious, that is certain.

I don’t want to waste words here. I’m going to post a picture and get playing with the important words. 😉

Today’s post is brought to you by…

The letter O, for office, where I sit on a Saturday when I don’t usually work because of…

The letter S, for salary, which is why I am at the office on a weekend, and…

The number 35, which was the number of fiction words I wrote yesterday (a grand total of 248 for the day), even though I had a really great idea to finish the book.

Beware the thought, “Oh, that’s so great! I’ll definitely remember that!”

Because you won’t. YOU WON’T.

Notebooks. Like I don’t carry several with me every day? And at least three pens? There’s no excuse.