Arrived

Yesterday was a quiet day full of words – just not ones I created. I read nearly all day that I wasn’t doing laundry, and it was fabulous. I read (and finished) a Mary Jo Putney historical romance. She’s not the funniest author, but she does frequently make me cry, and this time I swore, cried, and laughed a bit, and those are things that I consider a success in a romance novel.

So it was good.

I wrote a token 46 words to keep my streak up, with 195 words total for the day. Because the reading was good, I’m still considering yesterday a success.

Today should be as well, with a movie or two and the acquisition of three bookcases for work or home. I’m not certain which.

Rawr!

The wind is loud around the house, sweeping through the narrow alley between our set of homes and the next. It’s gonna be chilly, and I’m not particularly looking forward to such weather right now. But it’s better than snow, and it’s better than sweating in February, so as long as I don’t catch another cold, I suppose I’m all good with it.

I wrote less than I wanted, but more than usual yesterday at 755 fiction words, 1,155 total. No freewriting, because what I thought might just be brain dump ended up being 396 usable fiction words, and I don’t want to double count. My daily fiction average is headed back in the right direction (up) after six days in the wrong direction (down), landing at 476.

All is well. Yesterday was stormy and rainy, but I was able to wait out the worst of the storms in my car and at the funeral home. It seems the person whose life we celebrated loved a good thunderstorm, so it was appropriate and welcome. There was only a tiny hiccup at the office, which I now have a tool to use the next time it occurs. I am armed. Heh.

A new week!

Every week I need to go search for the stat block I used the week before. I never come prepared, I just start typing and then think, oh! Hey! I need that thing!

Yesterday was fun, with a spur-of-the-moment trip to IKEA. I knew before I went exactly what I wanted and where it was in the warehouse, but then I spent five minutes once we’d found it waffling between the wood that matches my house, or the wood that matches some of the other furniture I’ve purchased from there. I went with the former, and the cushions on the chair I bought matches the latter. It should all be good.

Yesterday I wrote 254 words, for a total of 455. My fiction average is 480, down again from the day I got it to 499. I also wrote 1,077 freewriting words, which I’m not going to total with anything else except itself. It was immensely helpful in getting at least a little direction for the last bit of story. I don’t know if it will always be this way, but with the past few NaNo novels I’ve done I start to falter about 2/3 of the way through and lose sense of the story. I start to wander, and this at least has pointed the way to the finish line.

To review the week:

Weekly total words: 4,192
Weekly total fiction words: 2,399
Weekly total blog words: 1,793
Difference from last week: 65%
Weekly rank: 6 (of 9)

Overall, a huge improvement over the week before. And having more fiction than blog words is what I really appreciate seeing. It wasn’t a daily habit, but maybe this week.

Also, what the heck, February! I know it has 28 days, but for some reason, the fact that March is just two days away now is startling. I wasn’t ready.

That feeling when you knew where things were going…

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.

Fingers crossed.

Thunderstorms in February

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!

Ctrl + Alt + Del

Yesterday was moving, and throwing stuff away, and getting people in to claim furniture and cabinets, and move more stuff, and I don’t even know, except it took nine hours to get done.

But it’s all over. At least the moving out part. Now there’s a new challenge of moving things in, and straightening up the new place, getting it ready and looking like nobody is there for an inspection on Wednesday, and after that, to hopefully get the place ready for people to work.

It’s going to be a tight fit, but I think we can do it.

At any rate, with the outside work that happened yesterday, I squeezed in 269 words yesterday morning and had a grand total of 599 between blogs and fiction. I hope to do the same this morning, and continue to do so until I beat this cold and have a little more energy in the evenings. I hope to see that by the end of the week.

Oh! And I should review last week here, too.

Weekly total words: 4,266
Weekly total fiction words: 2,331
Weekly total blog words: 1,935
Difference from last week: -24%
Weekly rank: 5 (of 7)

Overall, writing is slow simply because of time. When I have the time to write, I need to sleep to try to get over this cold, or simply because I’m too exhausted to write. The end result is during my usual writing time in the evenings, I’m sleeping. Hopefully it’s just a work sick (working too hard, too much time in and out of the warm and cold temps), and not an actual sick that will drag me down further.

Fevers are not allowed, you hear?