The end of the distractions

607 fiction words, 1,066 total words

Oh, who am I kidding? I’ll find more distractions in the form of Minecraft YouTube videos, or movies, or something. There will always be something.

Despite distractions, despite not waking up to write early, I managed more fiction words than blog words, which is the baseline goal right now. 607 fiction words (1,066 total words) got added to the story, and I kind of didn’t hate them. It helps the story to write larger chunks, that much is clear. It helps the story move toward the ending as well. I’m sure readers will see (if I don’t rewrite it) where I was only adding a few words at a time.

There’s really not much more to say about yesterday. It was a Monday, and I made it through my office job. I wrote even though I was watching TV, and I went to bed at a reasonable time.

Happy Tuesday!

Netflixing, except with Amazon

24 fiction words, 848 total words

Would that be “Priming”? I’m not certain. It doesn’t matter. Season 5, Episode 5. I’m entranced, and it looks like it won’t let up for another season and a half. I might as well get it out of my system. I’ll take a break sometime around 9-ish and get some words in, then go back to it.

Might as well admit when I’m beaten, yes?

I wrote words last night to keep a streak – 24 fiction words. Blog words went much better, at 848 total words, due to the monthly review that let me blather on. (See? Downton Abbey. Right there. Proof. Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.)

The day was fine until I got home. I mentioned yesterday with the photo of the cat what happened, so I won’t rehash it. Suffice to say that I hope everyone is now better informed about what to do when a cat doesn’t show up for lunch. There aren’t many places to hide.

And today I’ve just been swimming in guilt. And watching TV. I’ll stop now and post a pretty picture and yeah.

Once Upon a Thursday

168 fiction words, 479 total words, 0 hours on publication

My cats are learning their names. I’m unsure why I’m so excited about this, but I am.

Today is another regular day for me, another in a long line of days where I wake up, feed the cats, get coffee, work on my #bujo, journal, then do this: blogging and trying not to get distracted by all the other things going on in other tabs. My feed reader, for example. All those lovely blogs that posted content first thing this morning (or late last night) that I want to catch up on, or the webcomics that have new pages out. Gloriously distracting they are.

I wrote a bit yesterday morning and planned to write more in the evening. 168 fiction words, 479 total words. The reason more fiction words didn’t get written is simple: I needed 38 levels to add Mending to a pickaxe that was in the very last round of upgrades, and so I wanted to go grind in the Nether gathering quartz for the XP. And then I finally did it, got the final upgrade I needed, and went to gather more XP to repair both my Silk Touch pickaxe and the Fortune III pickaxe, so now I at least have the cool tools – until I can get better tools or villagers for a breeder.

And that’s my Minecraft life right now. And writing! Yesh, I do that, too.

Distractions, Distractions

68 fiction words, 433 total words, 0 hours on publication

Even though we had Monday away from work and school, I’m still looking toward the weekend and wondering how quickly it can arrive. I’m not certain why. There’s nothing particularly interesting going on once it gets here.

Yesterday was Tuesday, which means I met with my writing group. I’m very far removed from actually writing at writing group, even though I did pull the computer out of its case. Everyone was working when I was eating, and then I think I distracted them. Maybe, like in a cartoon, there’s a giant “distraction” cloud above my head, raining it wherever I go. It just took them a bit to get saturated.

I wrote 68 fiction words (433 total words), but the only publishing thing I did was order a proof copy. I think it should arrive early next week, but there is a painful lack of communication between CreateSpace and my door. I mean, it shipped. I know that much.

I’m going to try to get some writing done this morning amidst the madness of getting ready for the day. It can’t be worse than trying to write during Mary sniping at Edith, or while watching Bates try to avoid trouble with his cellmate.