JUST IN: Cat Gets Scared Off by New Brush

206 fiction words, 498 total words, 0 hours on publication

In a somewhat unsurprising turn of events, the fluffy kitty that needs help managing his matted fur is not thrilled with the prospect of letting me brush and pull at those mats with the new fur rake that arrived yesterday. It does a wonderful job thinning his undercoat, though, which I imagine is a bit of a relief in this weather, and will be appreciated as the house gets warmer with the oncoming summer.

Zero publishing yesterday, but 206 fiction words and 498 total words. I’m plugging. That’s all that can be said. I’ll find my speed again, I know it. (I’m going to keep telling myself that.

So in the story I’m working on now (004 for now) has got a rather grumpy evil type and a rather bouncy hero type. The grump a man is my age (40-ish), living in a big empty house with a big, serious butler and a bunch of money (ill-gained, perhaps, but still). The bouncy hero type is a young girl (8 years old), orphaned (apparently), and oblivious to the grump’s bad moods. Their relationship is quite irritated-as-f* uncle vs bright and shining brat. Naturally, it’s more idolized and heroic uncle vs lost and loney child from the other perspective, but I’ve been focusing on him first. We’ll get to her a bit later. When it’s a bit too late, perhaps. I’m not sure exactly where the story is going, but I do have that much.

Okay, well, it’s time to move my morning forward. I hope everyone has a lovely Friday! I plan to.

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.

Purry kitty is happy kitty

657 fiction words, 909 total words, .5 hours towards publishing

(Coming up with titles every day is hard! So sometimes I steal things my kids say and plop them in as blog titles. You don’t mind, do you? Thought not.)

It has been our mission over the last week or so to brush the cats every chance we get. This is because one of them has developed some impressive mats. It’s not his fault, especially. He’s got long hair and it’s matting in all four armpits of his. (Leg-pits? Under-legs? I don’t know, but you get the idea.) Naturally, it doesn’t feel good for us to brush at them a lot (cats have sensitive skin, especially on their stomachs, so I am learning), so we’re trying a comb, and I’m going to get a mat brush from Amazon (because the local pet store was absolutely useless in this regard). We don’t want to resort to a groomer ($$$, and he’ll hate it).

Yesterday was Memorial Day, and except for the really loud booms setting off near our house, it was quiet. I almost got a haircut, I almost cut my own hair, and I actually did watch quite a bit of Downton Abbey. This will be my 3rd watch-through (although I’ve only seen Season 7 once – not sure how I missed it the first time).

I got words written, too. While not the 2,000-3,000 I’d prefer to write, it was a respectable 657 fiction words (909 total words). I only spent .5 hours towards publishing, correcting a cover that got flagged at CreateSpace. Apparently, there aren’t enough pages for spine info. For that, I would like to blow a large raspberry at them. I fixed it, though, and my back cover spelling errors.

Um…yeah, that’s about it! I’m on a roll this morning, too, even though I didn’t get out of bed for my 5 a.m. alarms. At least I woke with them. Then I fell back asleep and had one of my obligatory “going back to work” work dreams. It was quite odd, with an interrogation by my boss about how the morning went (several things had gone wrong). Then another alarm went off, and that was the end of that. Thankfully.

Writing words and publishing books

That’s how yesterday went. I wrote 113 fiction words, 297 total words, and spent about 2 hours toward publishing.

Of course, none of it went particularly well.

I completely forgot about some 100 words I apparently wrote in the morning. And I sent something off so I could get a print proof ordered, and then discovered I hadn’t done some basic checks, and now I need to start the entire process over today. Stupid rushing mistakes. I’m learning, though. Hopefully.

With today being Memorial Day, and having the day off of work, I’ve nearly forgotten it’s time for a weekly review. The month is coming to a close as well, and a monthly review is around the corner as well.

So, here we go.

Statblock - Week 22

As you can see, it wasn’t a great week for writing, but to be honest, it was fine otherwise, I think. Maybe a bit less than spectacular, but still very nice. There’s not much else to say about it. I’ll chug forward and find my momentum when it’s time.

May fiction total: 5,214
April fiction total: 
15,814
March fiction total:
 12,576
February fiction total: 9,217
January fiction total: 18,615
2017 fiction total: 61,436

This next week has already started on a relaxing note. I’ll do my best to be worthy of it.

 

A field of grass with hundreds of small flags planted.
Memorial Day

Another day without pub work

174 fiction words, 271 total words, 0 hours on publication

Okay, so I spent another day without publication work mainly because I didn’t have the right computer at hand. The other reason is that it doesn’t feel quite right yet, and so I thought a little space would be helpful. We’re going with that.

I wrote a bit: 174 fiction words (271 total words). Not a ton, but progress. (I seem to say that a lot.) Yesterday was laundry, relaxing, writing, reading. Photos of cute flowers. Some Minecraft.

I also watched The Dressmaker yesterday, which was amazing. I really enjoyed it, the storytelling was splendid, and Kate Winslett did a splendid job. I watched it for free with Amazon Prime, so if you have that you could do the same. Otherwise, it would be worth the rental, and it’s one I’ll probably purchase once it’s no longer available on Prime.

Y’okie, can you tell I’m distracted? It’s a perfect time to get some publishing done. Maybe I can get the A Brief History proof copy ordered. Small steps, Ellie.

Quick, because this is not the time for blogging

28 fiction words, 314 total words, 0 hours on publication

Yesterday I relaxed more than I should have, but I still managed 28 fiction words, 314 total words, and 0 hours on publication. It was Friday, with a medical appointment I needed to courier family to, a school event for Junior Youth (fun was had), and then I got tired faster than I expected. That’s probably because I was too busy digging a hole (in Minecraft).

Anyway, today is for writing, not blogging. I’m off to do the things.

The first thing to go

372 fiction words, 670 total words, 0 hours on publication

I am a perfectionist. I am particular, generally, about the way things appear. Especially things that I create. I care about appearances. I like being in control of those things. I like knowing how I want a thing to look, and being able to make it look that way.

But I swear, the first thing that’s going to go when I have the income to support it is doing my own covers and interiors. I’m going to get someone who does it professionally or train someone to do it to my standards. Either one – I’m not picky. It’s such a time suck.

Last night, I didn’t do anything toward publishing. I have to do the final layout portion of my cover still, and instead, I dug a hole in Minecraft. It’ll be a slime farm, so I dug a hole with purpose, but it was still a hole. It was fun, with a decent pickaxe. Then just before bed, I managed 372 fiction words (for a total of 670 total words). Those 372 words broke me out of that death spiral chapter I was stuck in (I hope) and can get me back on track.

I hope.

The rest of the day was fine, too. This morning everyone is sluggish except for me, who got the benefit of an alarming wake-up call in the form of a rocketing cat knocking things off the side table and using my hip as a launchpad. To where I do not know. But I am awake, so I’m grateful for that.

Good morning, Friday!

New Reads

99 fiction words, 202 total words, .25 hours on publication

I have oodles of new books in my house, including a couple new copies of my book (which are wrapped as gifts to discourage me from fawning over them unnecessarily), and I have no idea when I’m going to have time to read them all.

Henchgirl will probably go the fastest. I read about it on Bust, and then when I purchased it I got a free comic from Amazon (X-23: The Complete Collection Vol. 1). Since that was an ebook, I finished that one quickly. I can also see Blubber (Judy Blume) on my shelves, along with Starship Troopers (Robert A. Heinlein), whose rules for writing I try to follow. That doesn’t even count the tons of educational/motivational/psychological books I have (ten, at least, with more hiding elsewhere) that I want to read “for work”, and the oodles of books that movies have been based on that I pick up and never seem to get to.

Ah, the TBR pile. I loves you. (We’re not going to think about the books I have on Kindle I need to consume. That would just be overwhelming.)

Yesterday I actually tried to write a bit, but only came out with 99 fiction words and 202 total words. I spent a meager 0.25 hours on publication where I came up with a slightly better book blurb for A Brief History. That’s all I have to say about that.

That’s all I have to say about all of it, actually. Have a lovely Thursday.

Sleep, excessive

0 fiction words, 218 total words, 0 hours on publication

The only thing I did really well yesterday was sleep – eight hours and ten minutes worth. Thank you, fitbit. I loves you, too.

I didn’t write. I didn’t publish. I blogged, but that was it. I’m experimenting with not commenting on the photos I post not for any real artsy reason, but because I thought it might be interesting to consume the photos without any context aside from the ALT text, which I try to fill in every time.

I hung out with friends for about 90 minutes then headed for home, where I began sleeping. It was nice. I feel rested.